Chapter Ninety-Two
Logan’s POV
She casually turns around and heads further down the gym, and I angle my head in amusement, wondering where exactly she’s headed. Finding this really humorous, I oblige Trina, walking behind her at a slow pace with a mischievous glint in my eyes. When she reaches the end of the room, the entrance to the bathroom stalls open up to her and she halts abruptly, whipping her head around to glare at me.
“What?” I murmur, shrugging. “I thought you wanted to take a bath or something and have me watch.”
“You knew that wasn’t my plan! You just wanted…”
“Trina,” I call her name softly, even though the fact that I find this situation funny cannot be hidden from my tone. “You could have easily told me to provide somewhere we can talk rather than lead me down here lik
