His shoes echoed on the floors as his lithe body moved. He headed for the hall on the right. There were three doors that ran along the left side.
He opened the first. “This will be you.”
Warily, I peeked through the doorway into the guest bedroom. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected when he’d brought me here. If he’d hide me away in some high tower or make me sleep like a dog on the floor.
Or maybe…maybe chain me to his bed.
I shoved that morbidly appealing thought out as quickly as it’d come, my teeth clamping down on my bottom lip as I eased around him and into the room.
Severity blistered from his body, shocking through me when I barely brushed his arm as I passed.
“Make yourself at home.” It sounded like a lie.
I swiveled back to face him, the man so gorgeous where he held the knob and looked at me like I was poison from the doorway.
“You’re going to make me regret this, aren’t you?”
“It seems fair since I’ll be regretting you for the rest of my life.”
Hurt pierced me through, and I sucked in a shattered breath.
A stake of regret moved through his devil smile.
“Logan—”
He blinked long. The stark pain in his expression was enough to cut me off. When he opened back up, his features had turned stoic.
“I have some things I need to take care of. Do try and not get into any trouble while I’m gone?”
The last tweaked with something that sounded close to a tease.
It pinched my heart in old memories that spun.
His carefree smile. The soft mischief in his eyes as he’d look down at me beneath the comfort of the night.
“You are nothing but trouble, aren’t you, Aster Rose?”
A giggle got free, my chest so tight with love I thought I would burst. “Am I worth it?”
Adoration filled his gaze. “You’re worth everything. Anything.”
I wondered if he saw it play out in my mind because his jaw clenched before he shut the door without saying anything else.
I blew out the strain toward the high ceiling before I turned to study the room.
The bedroom was decorated the same as the main area, all dark woods and heavy linens and masculine lines. There was a big window with a reading nook on the far side, overlooking the forest in the back, pines covered in snow that reached for the icy sky.
It was beautiful.
A clash of comfort that beat against the frigid cold.
It reminded me of the man.
Ice and fire.
Comfort and torment.
Everything I shouldn’t want and everything I wished I still had.