chapter 61

“Are you hungry?” He asked.

“I could eat.” Nerves were building inside me once again.

Logan drove back to the hotel and pulled into the car park. We were making our way to the penthouse when our hands brushed against each other in the elevator. The air was thick and heavy around us. I hoped he could feel what I was feeling but there was no way to tell.

We were a few floors away when he grumbled something to himself. Before I had a chance to think about it, his hands were on me. I was pressed flush against the elevator wall. I gave in to the feeling of him on me. His lips were on mine with fervor. The doors opened into the penthouse, and we stumbled out with our lips still locked. He guided me with his hands backwards until we were making our way towards his bedroom.

My clothing was starting to be removed one bit at a time, as we lost control of ourselves within the kiss. By the time we entered his bedroom I was left only in my underwear. My hands fumbled with the hem of his top and then his belt buckle, until he stood in front of me in only his boxers. My hands explored his body.

His kisses slowed as he guided me backwards towards the bed. He trailed kisses along my jawline and down onto my shoulder. I craned my neck to the side to give him more room. He laid me down softly on the bed and climbed over me. Continuing to trail kisses, he made his way along my collarbone and down towards my navel.

I was heady and lost in the moment until the realisation of what was happening hit me. An enormous wave of guilt surrounded me. I found myself with my feet on his hips pushing him off of me.

“No!” I panicked.

I stood up and grabbed his shirt from the floor, pulling it on. Suddenly very aware of our lack of clothes, it was the quickest and easiest thing to grab to cover as much of my body as I could. As much as I wanted him, all I could think about was Brax. I felt sick with guilt over what was happening. I walked out of the room, grabbing my clothes from the floor as I went. I pulled my trousers back on as I stood in the living room. Logan came running out, fixing the buckle on his jeans.

“Leah, what happened?”

“I can’t do this, I'm sorry.”

“I don’t understand.”

“This isn’t right. Brax...” as his name passed my lips I saw the change on Logan’s face.

“You have real feelings for him.” The realisation in his tone hit me like a ton of bricks.

I hadn’t realised how right he was until that moment. Just standing there, still with his shirt wrapped around me, was making me feel guilty. I felt like I was somehow cheating on Brax. This was not me. I pulled it off and turned away to put my top back on and grabbed my jacket and shoes. I was heading for the door when Logan stopped me.

“Wait,” he sighed.

I spun looking at him.

“I’ll drop you off at Brax’s house.”

“I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not. I am offering.” I could hear the sadness in his voice.

“Thank you.”