Chapter 37
His joy turned stale in his mouth. Was it so wrong?, he wondered. Was it so wrong for two consenting adults to enjoy each other? Dammit, how badly had he f****d up? No, he told himself, they’d f****d up. Not just him. He hadn’t been the only one on fire back there. He glared at the closed door she was hiding behind, probably scrubbing his very scent from her skin. Bitterness flooded him. “Sophie,” he called. “You just remember that I wasn’t the only one who wanted it, okay? You remember that as you lie in your bed at night, and think about me in the next room.”
The door opened slowly and she emerged, all traces of their love-making erased. Composed and aloof, she faced him squarely. “Please, Logan. You’re my brother– ”
“Am I f**k!” he exploded. “I’ve never thou
