Aella woke up suddenly and looked around. She was a little disoriented and groggy. She scratched her head as she couldn't remember much from last night, only that Logan had walked into the room.
Fuck! She stood up abruptly and looked around. Logan had walked into the room, and then he had done things to her body. Unholy things, she thought. She looked down at her body in fright. But her clothes were still on. If she remembered clearly, he had pulled off the shirt she was wearing before touching her. But she was still wearing the shirt.
A sinking feeling came over her as she realized that everything she had experienced the night before had been a dream. Logan hadn't come into the room and finger-f****d her. It had all been a figment of her imagination. Her body had craved Logan's touch
