“Here,” Logan says, throwing me a blanket that’s been warmed through from his own body heat. It’s almost like I put the thing in the dryer, it’s so warm.
I frown down at the blanket in my lap, then look at him.
“I didn’t ask for this,” I say.
Logan groans, staring up at the ceiling, elongating the column of his throat.
Unfortunately, he’s this good-looking. Incredibly unfortunate.
“Just take it. I can see you’re cold. And don’t lie about it either.”
I snap my mouth closed. “You don’t have to be so bossy about it,” I hiss, unwinding the blanket and covering my shoulders with it. It’s unfortunate, too, that it is warm, and is exactly what I needed.
“You should come and sit over here,” Logan says, tilting his head back. He’s currently finishing up one of my romance novels, and I wonder
