Slowly, I walk into Logan’s bedroom and I can’t help, but look around. His room is very king like. He has a large bed with large pieces of furniture around, all decorated in maroon and gold. He also has a fireplace that’s warming the room with a large rug in front of it. As I’m in awe of the room, he closes the door behind me, drawing my attention back to him.
Wrapping my arms around myself, I look at Logan as his expression is unreadable.
“What do you want from me?” I ask in the most polite tone I can muster, but some irritation still managed to slip out.
“Your welts need to be treated.”
“Judy could’ve done that?”
“I’m aware.” He says dryly. “I did the deed. Let me treat it.”
He reaches out to me and I step away.
“Why are you always so hot and cold with me? One minute you’re one wa
