I was nervous that he was going to show up at my door any minute. I quickly texted him to prevent that from happening.
Let’s give it a few days to clear our heads. We’ll talk then.
I wasn’t surprised when he immediately texted back, but I was surprised by the contents of his message.
I’m outside your building. Let me in when I buzz up.
Panic seized me. How long had he been waiting outside my apartment building? I wasn’t prepared to face him now but I doubted he would just go away. I dropped my phone when the buzzer sounded. I rushed over to the intercom and pressed the button to speak.
“This isn’t a good time. I’ll call you when I’m ready to talk.”
I let go of the button and tensed as I listened to his reply.
“I’m prepared to stand out here all damn day. Sooner or later, someone is going to enter or leave the building, and then I’ll be waiting outside your apartment door. It’ll be much easier if you just let me in so we can talk about this face-to-face. But I’m prepared to do it the hard way, if that’s what you force me to do.”
I groaned as I rested my head against the wall. I had a feeling that denying Logan entry would just escalate the situation, so I reluctantly pressed the button to unlock the entrance of the building.
I barely had time to think about changing before a loud knock sounded on my door. I felt vulnerable in the skimpy shorts and t-shirt I had worn to bed, but there was nothing I could do about it now. I also knew that my hair looked a mess, and I wasn’t exactly glowing this morning, but that was the least of my concerns.
I felt a rush of conflicting emotions when I opened the door and saw Logan standing there. A part of me wanted to fall into his arms but another part of me wanted to slam the door in his face.
Instead, I just stepped back to let him inside. He didn’t say a word as he walked in and followed me into the living room. I leaned against the sofa instead of sitting down, not wanting to give him the impression that this was going to be a long, drawn-out conversation. He stopped a few feet in front of me, his eyes raking down my body. I felt naked in my outfit that didn’t cover much and resisted the urge to cross my arms against my chest.
“Why did you turn your phone off?”
I shrugged at his question. “I told you I needed some time to think.”
“I’m ending things with Kristina today.”
It was confusing to feel both pleasure and pain at his statement. The thought of Logan wanting to be with me gave me an undeniable thrill, but the steps he was going to have to take to make that happen was hard for me to accept. Even though I had just met Kristina, it was hard not to equate her with Cassie.
“You promised you would wait until we had a chance to talk about it.”
“We’re talking about it now. We never said you had to agree to it. Just that we would talk again before I did it.”
My gaze dropped to my hands. “It’s not that I don’t want us to be together. Why does there always have to be so much collateral damage for us to be happy?”
Logan reached out and cradled my head in his hand, lifting my face up to look at him. “It’s better for me to do it now, before things get any messier.” His thumb gently stroked my cheek. “Did you think about me last night? All I could think about was you. I barely slept.”
I frowned at him as a vision of him and Kristina together invaded my thoughts. “What about Kristina?”
He knew what I was asking without me having to explicitly say it. My accusatory tone was ridiculous considering his obligations were to her, not me, but I couldn’t help feeling jealous.
“I made the excuse of having a lot of work to do and then when I finally did get some sleep, I fell asleep on the couch. I didn’t get much sleep since I woke up pretty early to come over here.”
I didn’t ask him how long he had been waiting outside my apartment building. I didn’t think I wanted to know.
His hand slipped down, brushing against my neck before moving further down. I gasped when he cupped my breast through my thin t-shirt, flicking his thumb across my nipple that immediately hardened.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” he said simply as he continued caressing me.
“This isn’t helping,” I said in a strained voice although I didn’t pull away. “We’re supposed to be talking right now.”
“Go ahead. Talk.”
I whimpered as he rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “I can’t talk while you’re doing that!”
He gave me a half-smile. “Okay, I won’t do that anymore then.”