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I took a swig of whiskey and leaned against the counter, staring at myself in the mirror. The whiskey burned my throat, but I welcomed the fire. Anything to dull the ache.
My reflection stared back – pale, hollow–eyed. Like someone had carved out what used to feel whole.
I turned on the shower, cranking the knob as far as it would go. Steam rolled out, fogging the mirror until my reflection disappeared.
I stripped off Logan’s clothes and let them fall to the floor, then stepped under the scalding spray. The water hit my skin like a thousand tiny needles, and I gritted my teeth, leaning against the tiles.
I wanted it to burn… to erase the memory of Matt’s face, of the way Logan had looked at me downstairs stand the sight of me.
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like he couldn’t
I stood there under the water until my skin turned pink and my lungs burned from the steam. My shoulders slumped, and I sank to the floor of the shower, pulling my knees to my chest. The water cascaded over me, drowning out everything else.
The door creaked open, but I didn’t look up. His presence was like a storm rolling in, filling the room before he spoke.
“Hailey.” His voice was rough. Quieter than usual.
I didn’t answer. What was there to say? I rested my forehead on my knees, letting the water flow over me.
The shower door slid open, and I flinched as cold air hit my skin.
Logan stepped in, and I risked a quick glance upward.
He was fully clothed minus the cut. The water soaked into his jeans, and his t–shirt/turned invisible, clinging to his chest.
He crouched down in front of me. “Look at me.”
I didn’t… I couldn’t. I stared at the water swirling around the drain, blinking back tears that mixed with the steam.
“Hailey,” he said again, sharper this time. His hand brushed my chin, tilting my face up. “Look at me.”
My eyes met his, and the pain in them stole my breath. He looked wrecked his jaw clenched, his hair plastered to his forehead, his eyes burning with something unfamiliar.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured. I could barely hear him over the water. His thumb brushed over my cheek, catching a stray tear. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I just… can’t stand the thought of you carryin‘ that shit because of me.”
I shook my head. His hand cupped my face, and I leaned into it.
“It’s not your fault,” I finally managed to whisper. “I chose this. And I’d do it again.”
His jaw flexed and he looked away for a second. “I know you would,” he said. “That’s the problem.”
I reached up, pulling him closer by his soaked shirt. “Logan, you don’t have to protect me from everything. I’m not made of glass.”
He let out a harsh laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, I can see that,” he muttered. “But that don’t mean I’m not gonna try.”
I leaned in, pressing my lips to his in a soft, tentative kiss.
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He hesitated for a second, then he kissed me back. Slow at first. But when I slid my fingers into his soaked hair, he groaned and came at me.
His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer until I was straddling his lap. The water was lukewarm now, but I didn’t care. All I could feel was the heat of his body, the roughness of his hands as they slid up my back.
“Logan,” I murmured against his mouth.
“Shh,” he whispered, his lips brushing against mine. “Don’t talk.”
His mouth opened, his tongue sliding against mine, and I melted into him. My hands fumbled with the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He helped me, pulling it off over his head and tossing it aside.
His chest was warm, and I pressed my palms against it, feeling the steady beat of his heart.
His hands slid down to my hips, holding me tight as he shifted us both until I was pinned against the wall. The tiles were cold against my back, but his body was a furnace, pressing into me everywhere.
“You drive me insane,” he muttered, his lips trailing down my neck. “You know that?”
“Shh,” I murmured, my breath coming in shallow gasps. “No talking.”
His teeth grazed my collarbone, his hands roaming my body. His fingers slipped between my thighs and I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. He chuckled low and the sound vibrated against my skin.
His fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles and I arched into him. I was desperate for more.
I whimpered, and he lifted my effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist. Then his mouth was on mine again, hot and hungry. I could feel him, hard and ready, pressing against me through his jeans.
I whimpered again, grinding on him, desperate to feel him inside me. His hands tightened on my hips, holding me steady as he pressed against me. But then, without warning, he set me down gently, my feet hitting the tile floor.
He stepped back and laughed, shaking his head like I’d just told him the funniest joke in the world. “This water’s cold as shit,
Ace.”
I blinked up at him, still dazed, my body humming with need. “What?”
He smirked, reaching past me to turn off the shower. “I’m
not gonna freeze my ass off to get laid. Neither are you.”
I stared at him, my mouth opening in disbelief. “Are you serious right now?”
He stepped out of the shower, water dripping from his jeans, and grabbed two towels from the rack. “Yep,” he said, tossing one to me. “You’re shivering. And I’m not about to let you catch a cold. I’ve already done enough damage,”
I wrapped the towel around me, my cheeks flushing. “You’re such an asshole.”
He chuckled, running the towel over his hair. “Part of the charm, darlin“”
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help but smile. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
He leaned in, his lips brushing against my car. “Don’t worry… I’ll make it up to you.” His voice was low, promising things that made my stomach flutter.
I swallowed hard, my heart racing as he pulled back and headed for the door. “Where are you going?”
He glanced over his shoulder, that damn smirk still plastered on his face. “To get warm. You comin‘?”
I hurried after him, pulling the towel tighter around me. The hallway was dim, the floor cold under my bare feet. I followed
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him into the bedroom, where he dropped his wet jeans and boxers in a heap on the floor and grabbed a pair of sweatpants
from the dresser.
“You gonna stand there all night?” he asked, pulling the sweats on and tossing me one of his t–shirts.
I shook my head, stepping closer. “You’re really not gonna finish what
you
started?”
He tilted his head, his green eyes dark. “Who says I’m done?”
My breath caught as he closed the distance between us, his hands sliding around my waist. He kissed me, slow and deep, and I melted into him, my towel falling to the floor.
I whimpered again.
He chuckled, lifting me effortlessly and carrying me to the bed. “Now… where was I?”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
