Free Wild: The Ivy Chronicles by Sophie Jordan Page B

Me running from him or to him?
    My bare feet flexed on the floorboards as we watched each other like two wary animals. Okay, well maybe I was the only one wary. He just looked . . . surprised but not all that wary. No. He looked like an apex predator ready to pounce.
    I shifted my weight and tried not to think about the fact that I was standing there in my boy shorts and a tight tank sans bra. I wore swimsuits that revealed more skin and yet I felt like I was standing before him naked. I never even felt this exposed with Harris. But then I couldn’t recall Harris ever looking at me the way Logan was.
    His gaze traveled over me. I felt it like a physical caress, roaming my face, my naked shoulders, then down my chest. My breasts grew heavier under his inspection, achy against the cotton of my tank, and my treacherous nipples hardened. I resisted the urge to bow my shoulders and cross my arms over my chest, convinced it would be a sign of weakness. An admission that he affected me.
    The deep blue of his eyes darkened. He snapped his gaze to my face. “What are you doing here?” he asked thickly, the tendons of his throat working as he managed to get out the words.
    I lifted my chin. “I could ask you the same thing.”
    “I work here. My brother owns the place.” He angled his head, looking at me, waiting for the obvious to sink in.
    “Reece said I could stay here over the summer.”
    Logan sighed and dragged a hand over his face. “Of course.”
    “He forgot to mention that to you?” I asked, feeling both relieved and a little angry. Relieved because he wasn’t stalking me. And angry because he wasn’t stalking me.
    Great. I’ve turned into that girl. Another Annie who liked the bad boys. The ones wrong in every way.
    Logan nodded, resting a shoulder against the wall. “Yeah. He might have left that out. Sometimes I stay the night here when I close up. Since it’s so late. I sleep on the futon. Pepper started insisting on it when she and Reece got together.”
    That was so like Pepper, always looking out for others. I glanced at the clock. Yeah. It was really late for him to be driving home. I know he lived half an hour away.
    “Sorry,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked tired. “Reece and Pepper moved into the new house . . . I just assumed it was empty up here.”
    I nodded, my face still burning even though I knew this was a simple misunderstanding. Reece was busy with the move, his relationship with Pepper, running two bars now—and I had sprung it on him that I would accept his offer to move into the loft. No surprise he hadn’t mentioned me moving in here to his brother. The fact that Logan and I had kissed, that not a night went by without my touching myself and thinking about him didn’t make this awkward. Not at all.
    Okay, it was awkward, but it didn’t have to be. I could be an adult about this.
    He turned to leave, his hand going to the switch to turn the light back off. “Sorry,” he repeated.
    “Wait.”
    He stopped and turned.
    I swallowed. “It’s late. Your brother wouldn’t want you driving back this time of night.” I sucked in a breath. “And neither do I.”
    He leaned a shoulder on the wall again, crossing his arms over that broad chest of his. “I’m not angling for an invite to stay the night—”
    “I didn’t say you were.”
    He continued to stare, his keen eyes discerning in a way that made me want to fidget.
    “Look, you stay on the futon like usual. I trust you.”
    “You shouldn’t,” he returned.
    I blinked.
    “You shouldn’t trust me,” he repeated, looking me up and down slowly. “I’m not like the guys you’re used to.”
    What guys were those? Harris barely touched me by the end of our relationship. And the last couple of guys I dated pawed at me and slobbered over me and then broke up with me when I didn’t jump into bed with them. I didn’t want Logan to be like those guys.
    My mind made up, I turned and plucked a pillow