Sophia squashed the elicited dirty thoughts as soon as they emerged in her mind, Logan had told her severally, that their relationship would be formal without any emotions or frivolities and she would stick with that.
"Why are you awake by this hour?" Logan asked, his voice husky as always but somehow gentle tonight.
The gentle masculine voice stirred up some butterflies in Sophia's belly, causing heat in the triangle between her legs. "Can't sleep," she said, gazing away from his well-sculpted body. She wrapped her arm around her body to shield herself from his gaze.
Their eyes met, and a sense of Deja Vu washed down Sophia's spine, Logan took slow steps towards her not breaking eye contact with her, his thick muscular arms folded to his back.
What is he thinking?
What is he trying
