When I wake the next morning at 7am, I catch the perky blonde exiting the house with her heels in hand and her hair nested in a disaster of a bun. Demetri is in nothing more than pajama pants as he closes the door behind her. The thought of how nice his body is crosses my mind as he turns and I get a good look at his sculpted abs and chest. Good lord, the man is fine.
"Logan!" Demetri calls for me and I act as if I haven't been standing there ogling over him.
"Yeah, I'm right here" I walk over to the staircase where he is standing, wiping my hands on a towel from washing them.
"What's for breakfast?" He yawns, running his fingers through his hair. Hmm, someone had a rough night. That blonde looked like she was thrown around a good bit too. I can't help, but wonder what he is like in bed
