Addiction

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Splashing water on her face helped a little. She groaned at her reflection, feeling her pulse still racing. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were wide. She was mortified. How could she explain things to him?

Whipping off her skirt, she sat on the counter in just her top and panties, holding the drenched material under the hand dryer. The cotton was so light, it was dry in moments, and only a dirty orange stain remained to remind her of her foolishness. Oh, what he must think of her. She was a tramp, plain and simple. She'd never be able to look him straight in the face again after tonight, and somehow that was the worst part.

Slipping back into her skirt, and thanking God nobody had walked in while she was sitting there in her underwear, she opened the door and found Logan waiting for her in the hallway.

“Movie's over,” he told her.

Oh, yeah, buddy. In more ways than one. Even if they'd been only half way through, she would have had to leave. Her face flamed as she took her jacket from his hand and headed to the door. “Okay.”

“You want to get something to eat?” he asked, his face showing nothing of what had just happened inside the theater. “We can grab some pizza. I know you like that.”

“No, thanks. I'm not hungry.” Not for food, anyway. Oh, God, mind, shut up!

He dipped his head in acknowledgment as he held the door open for her. The freezing wind invaded her body as she stepped out into the street. Regretting the impulse that saw her turning down the use of her mom's car, she huddled inside her light jacket.

Logan slung and arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to his warm side. Two old ladies with tiny dogs on leads strolled past them, their faces indulgent and smiling. “Lovely couple,” one said to the other as they continued past them.

Oh, jeez can this get anymore awkward? She pulled away from Logan, uncomfortable with anyone thinking them a couple. He snorted. “Does it bother you that much?”

“Uh? What?” She tried for a blank face and failed when Logan laughed.

“The idea that two innocent old dears thought we were a couple.”

“No, of course not. That's just silly.” She folded her arms against the cold. “I just wouldn't want anyone who doesn't know you're my brother to get the wrong idea and go blabbing about Taylor's girlfriend cheating on him. You know?”

“Sure,” he replied with a smug expression. “I understand.” He walked on a bit while she stopped dead. “What's wrong?” He turned back around, a frown marring his face.

She shook her head and started walking again. “Nothing. It's nothing.” She had briefly entertained the thought of addressing what had happened in the close darkness of the theater, but one look at his face and she thought better of it. If he wanted to pretend it never happened, she was only too glad to go along with it. “I think I'd like pizza, after all,” she said instead, her stomach growling. Popcorn and soda could only get a girl so far.

He smiled, showing his perfect pearly whites, and walked beside her, his arms loosely swinging. After a few minutes of shivering, Sophie cleared her throat and berated herself for her own silliness. “I'm cold.”

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