Chapter 10
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Chapter 10
Sheer terror tightening her limbs, Sophie leaned into Logan's side, her natural instinct to seek protection from the things that scared her. She didn't know why she'd ever thought she could handle a movie with this much gore. She was so absorbed in the movie that her limbs switched to auto-pilot, her hands grabbing at the soft shirt under them. Distractedly, she raised the hem of the shirt, seeking reassurance in the form of skin to skin contact. For a moment, she'd forgotten Taylor wasn't the guy beside her and frowned when the body beneath her searching fingers felt differently.
The abs were more toned, the skin just that tiny bit hairier, and it felt softer than Taylor's. Drawing her brows together in confusion, she looked up to see the strained expression on Logan's face. Oh, God. She'd been fondling her own stepbrother's abs, and by the looks of it, he didn't know how to react. His jaw had a slight tick and he was staring straight ahead, refusing to meet her eyes.
She sat up so fast the large cup resting between them tipped to the side, spilling it's contents all over her skirt. “Crap!” she exclaimed.
“Shh,” someone whispered.
“Screw you,” Logan replied loudly. “You okay?” His searching hands found her thigh in the darkness, brushing at the ice cubes and squeezing her skirt to wring the material out as much as he could.
“Fine,” she whispered in reply, standing. “I'm gonna dry off in the bathroom.”
He nodded, fixing his shirt where it had ridden up. Where you raised it up, she reminded herself with a tingling feeling in her fingertips.
Barging into the bathroom, she recoiled as the door stopped short and she almost walked straight into it, nose first. That's all she needed. Hey, maybe she'd bounce off the door and hit her head, and then she could just go into a coma and not have to explain why she was just basically all over her brother.
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