CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V
When Logan’s skin brushed mine I couldn’t help but think about what little barrier there was between the both of us. I was completely naked behind the shower stall and all he needs to do is just push the door open.
Would I let him have his way with me? Who am I kidding, of course I would.
Even the drive with him had a bit of tension that I had never noticed before. My thoughts were running a mile a minute and Logan noticed it too because he had to speak.
“Whatever you’re thinking; don’t,” he had said, “I like to pride myself in my ironclad self-control but even iron is breakable.”
His words hadn’t helped and I had to make a conscious effort to think about other things.
“I can see that look on your face,” Diana teased, “What are you thinking about?”
