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Shit, what if he’s already asleep?
The very thought freaked her out. She’d already sent the message — on her end, the die were cast. If he were already sleeping, he wouldn’t see her text until he woke up later. That would be the worst. He’d know she’d been weak, know she couldn’t handle being alone. It would be thoroughly embarrassing. Humiliating…
BLOOP.
Kara sighed in relief. She looked down at her phone.
Be right up.
Twenty-Three
The knock was low, almost inaudible. Kara threw back the covers. The floor felt like ice against her bare feet as she opened the door.
“Hey,” said Logan.
“Hey.”
She leapt back into bed in a flash, trying to preserve the warmth. Logan kicked off his boots. He took off his shirt, unbuckled his pants…
“Sleep only,” Kara murmured from her pillow. “There’s no need for you to get undressed.”
“But this is how I sleep.”
“I don’t care, Logan. Leave your stuff on, or—”
He slipped into the bed anyway, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. “You wanted to be warm, didn’t you?”
He slid closer and his body was warm. Almost instantly Kara felt the heat radiating off him. Her arms wanted to go to him. Her legs wanted to wrap themselves around his hotness…
Fuck me, this is ridiculous…
She gave in. Kara turned into him, giving him her back. Letting him spoon her, transferring his warmth to her aching body.
Mmmmm…
His arms went around her, and she welcomed the contact. She loved how big and strong they were. Savored how safe she felt, locked securely inside.
“Goodnight,” she said.
Logan locked his wrists. Snuggled his bare legs up against the back of hers. It felt like fire. It felt amazing.
This is what you wanted, her mind registered. Kara cuddled back against him. Isn’t it?
She told herself yes. Convinced herself that it was.
Just for warmth, right?
Her mind drifted. Soared. Wouldn’t come down. The dread realization stole over her that she was overtired. That maybe, even after all this, she wouldn’t be able to sleep.
A minute went by. Five minutes. Ten? She couldn’t tell. All Kara knew was that she couldn’t sleep.
And then Logan’s hands were moving.
They started low, slipping themselves around her waist. Then, ever so stealthily, one palm snuck its way under her shirt. The fingers of his other hand slipped beneath her sweatpants…
Tell him to stop.
Her lips formed the words, but her throat refused to say them. Instead she snuggled backward some more, arching herself into him.
