Chapter 40

LOGAN. With a sigh, I hesitantly slept on the couch hating myself for letting those words out. I stole a glance at Amy who remained by her bedside, drying her hair with a towel. At the same time I couldn’t calm the boner growing beneath my trousers. Even if I tried to, her jasmine scent wouldn’t stop enticing me. I clung to my pillow and faced the back cushion hoping sleep could tame me easily but I suddenly heard her footsteps. She was standing behind me and my breaths refused to leave my throat. Of all the ladies I’d ever been with, she was the first person to make me easily lose my wits. I briskly shut my eyes pretending to be asleep and before I could call Jack Robinson, she joined me on the couch. Her robe was rubbing against my back while strands of her hair swayed across my neck. Her arms slowly curled around my abs while her warm breaths softly grazed my neck. “Amy,” I whispered. “I’m tired of you hiding away. It’s high time you should face your reality. And that reality is