I screech, nearly dropping the heavy candle on my foot. I squint through the frosted glass, only able to see the silhouette of the said stranger. But honestly, I would recognize that voice anywhere.
It’s haunted me for a few nights, more than I ever wanted it to.
“Logan?! What the hell are you doing here?” I growl, clutching the candle to my chest.
The bastard pulls back the glass door, giving me a full-frontal view of what I’ve been missing from that one night we spent together and I bolted.
I look, for like a second. It’s, unfortunately, a nice view, better than a memory.
“Why are you in my shower? Using my expensive body wash?!” I yell, my own voice bouncing off the tiles and hitting me from different angles. It’s so freaking hot in here that I’m starting to melt.
Logan grins at
