Chapter 34-1
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Chapter 34
“Oh, God” Sophie groaned in complete mortification as she dove into her bedroom, locked the door and pretended the past ten minutes never happened. If the ground could have opened up and swallowed her, that would have been just fine. She waited. Muted voices came from the hallway as Logan showed his date to the door.
“I really enjoyed tonight,” she could hear the bathroom bimbo simpering. So she didn’t know about Sophie’s voyeurism, then. That was something to be thankful for, at least.
“Yeah it was great,” Logan replied. She could tell his reply was half-hearted at best, so when the knock came at her door, she was expecting it, and only jumped a little.
“Soph,” he called quietly. “Open the door, please. Come on.”
She snuggled deeper into the duvet, wishing for nothing more than an atomic bomb to save her the reply.
“Come on,” he called again, his voice sounding tired.
No wonder he’s tired, that wicked part of her mind piped up again. “Go away, Logan.”
Even saying his name felt different now. It felt more intimate. Her thighs were wet as she pressed them together again, that wicked voice stirring memories of what it was like to watch Logan in action.
“Not until we talk.”
She could picture him, determined, an arm on each side of her door frame. What are you wearing? Stop it, she scolded herself. These thoughts were so wrong. “I can’t, Logan. I just can’t.” What could she say? That watching him screw his date on the dining table made her so hot that she couldn’t resist touching herself while she spied on them? No way.
“Please.” He sounded desperate, and Sophie almost went to him. Instead, face burning, she pulled the pillow over her face. “Soph...”
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