I stretched slowly, luxuriously, letting all of my muscles revel in the moment of relief from the odd way I had slept. I don’t think I had slept so well since the day I met John and everything had seemed bright and new and magical. That gave me pause, but Logan gave me none of the worries that John had, even in the beginning. Was it because we were in public, in a hotel full of people who would have his ass if he did something he shouldn’t have? f**k. I rolled over and stuffed my head in my pillow, merely laying there in my own uncertain misery. I knew that this might happen the first time I played with someone, I’d talked it through in therapy but it didn’t make my feelings at this moment any less awful. I laid there for a bit and then got up, my bladder was screaming so I tended to that,
