Always The Hero (Plot Twist, I'm Pregnant 2)

And he was… alive, plumping by the second.

“How about you get in bed? I’ll get dressed too, and then I’ll order us food.”

I turned around and gave him my back like he did to me.

He chuckled. “Okay, that’s fair.”

I heard his shirt come off, then his pants, and I wanted to look so badly, but he had shown me so much respect. I had to do the same for him. Warm energy left his body and cloaked around me. I shut my eyes and took a few deep breaths, waiting for him to tell me he was good to go.

“I hope you don’t mind. I usually sleep with my shirt off. I sweat like crazy if I have one on, I’m sorry in advance. If it makes you uncomfortable, I will.”

“It’s okay,” I managed to say. Holy cow. He was going to have his shirt off. I’d see his body.

“Okay, I’m ready. Just tell me if it bothers you.”

Like it ever could.

I might be a little slow in the head, but I wasn’t crazy. Come on now.

Inch by inch, I moved my feet, taking my time to face him. My eyes worked their way up his body. First, his legs. He had strawberry blonde hair on them and a lot of it. His gym shorts hit his knees, and they were blue, like the shirt I wore, and I guessed it might be his favorite color. My eyes lingered a bit too long on his bulge, but it was huge, I could see it against the material, hanging low and against his thigh.

I blushed, twisting my fingers together as the ridges of his abs taunted me. He had red hair all over his chest too, with light pink nipples. Freckles adorned his entire chest and down his arms. Logan was a dream, the kind that I strived to have.

His fingers rubbed against my chin before he lifted my head to make me look at him. His brows tucked in, and his lips were red and dry, but then he licked them with his pink tongue, and they shined. I’d never kissed anyone before, but I wanted to kiss him.

“You okay with this?”

I nodded.

“Use your words,” he ordered, and I never wanted to disobey him. I wanted to give him whatever he wanted.

“Yes, Logan. I’m okay with it.”

“You look scared. I never want to scare you.”

I bit my bottom lip, tugging it harder than I should, and he pulled it free with his thumb.

“Tell me the truth, and you’ll make yourself bleed, don’t do that.” He tapped my top lip, and my lips parted from the touch.

“I’ve never seen a man like this, that’s all.”

“I’ll put a shirt on,” Logan said, reaching for a white tee.

“No,” I grabbed his forearm and squeezed. “No, I’m just shocked.”

“Why?”

“Because I never thought a man could look as good as you do right now, that’s all.” That was the biggest sentence I had ever formed in a year. I was proud of myself but worried at the same time. I wasn’t sure how Logan would take my truth.

A breath left him in a slow exhale, and his blue eyes hid behind his lids as he closed them.

“I made you uncomfortable,” I said.

His red hair was messy and unkempt as he ran his fingers through it. “No, that’s not it. You are making it really hard not to kiss you.”

“Wh—Kiss me? Wh—why?” I stuttered. I hated it when I stuttered. I only sounded more inept but the way he looked at me… Sure, men had stared at me before with hunger, but they weren’t good men. I felt it. Right now, Logan stared at me like those men, but there wasn’t darkness hiding behind his eyes. It was pure good.

His soul, his mind, his heart, everything about Logan was genuine.