Dinner felt like we were at someone's funeral. The looks that were given to me, I swear I was going to suffer from indigestion. After that, I had no other option but to follow Logan back to his bedroom and just the mere thought of sleeping in the same bed was making me want to disappear.
He closed the door after I scampered inside and I gulped, my skin crawling with a weird sensation as he turned to face me. Damn, if awkward had a face, that would be me or Logan. We blankly stood there, neither of us saying anything at all. It was like two virgins finally deciding to 'do the deed'.
"Er...that's the bed," he mumbled, pointing to his gigantic bed with its black satin sheets. Why does he have black satin sheets? It gave out vibes that were in no way decent.
"Yeah, I can see that," I said
