“No, I should be thanking you. You brought it over.” Sam replied, watching him as he took their plates to the kitchen sink and proceeded to rinse them off. “I can get the dishes; you don’t have to worry about that.”
It was strange to see him in her kitchen, it was strange to see him acting so at home in her apartment. It was the first time they had actually spent much time at her place, and she knew why. She was having a hard time with him being there, bringing back memories of when she and Nick were together.
Not that the two men had anything in common. To the contrary, they were exact opposites, but that didn’t stop her heart from hurting. She was worried about the fallout that she knew would be inevitable. Her relationships didn’t work out. It was just a fact of life. Sooner or later it would come to a screeching end, and she would be devastated.
Wow, talk about pessimistic thinking.
She frowned at where her thoughts were deviating to.
“What are you thinking about?” Logan asked, joining her at the counter.
“Huh? What? Oh… um… sorry. It’s nothing really. Thank you for dinner. Thank you for coming over here tonight.” Sam hoped to change the subject, not wanting to delve into her renewed doubts about things that were better left alone.
“Well, I’m glad I came. Now, I have to get going so you can get some sleep.” His fingers trailed a path of fire down her cheek as he brushed back a strand of her hair.
Well, ok. She didn’t know why he was so quick to rush off, but she wasn’t going to put up a fight. Not tonight. Hell, probably not ever. She didn’t want the complications, but she couldn’t dispute the fact that she wanted this man.
With a devastating intensity.
Where the hell had that train of thought come from? They’d shared a perfectly lovely evening, so the doom and gloom she had brought down on the party was unnecessary. Anticipating the end of their relationship was something she needed to do in private, not with Logan standing there, staring at her.
“I’m going to head home. Good night, Sam.” He whispered, placing a soft kiss on her lips, then turning to the door.
“Good night. I’ll see you at the office tomorrow?”
“I have some meetings tomorrow that will keep me out of the office for most, if not all, of the day. I’ll call you tomorrow night.”
Well, wasn’t that depressing.
“Sure.” She said as she followed him to the door. “Talk to you tomorrow then.”
Logan walked down the steps, toward the parking lot. He wasn’t sure what the hell just happened, but something certainly had. He must be tired. It had been a long weekend, followed by one hellacious day. He hadn’t wanted to leave tonight, but he could tell she was tired and needed to get a full night’s sleep. If he stayed, they wouldn’t have done much sleeping.
It was the strangest sensation – Logan wanted to spend more time with her, and he felt as though she wanted to be away from him.
This couldn’t be good.
The next few days were a blur for Sam. There was a problem with one of the software programs they were trying to code and it caused her and her team to work late nights. She had spoken to Logan once on the phone but not at all since Wednesday. She had seen him in the office, and they shared some pleasantries, but not a whole lot more than that. This unrelenting fear was one of the reasons Sam didn’t have relationships. If you could call it that.
For hours, Sam had picked apart every detail of their time together, finally concluding that what they had shared was just great sex. No. Not great sex. Amazing, mind blowing sex. Nonetheless, it was still just sex.
The night at his house had been on instant replay in her mind, reminding her she had been the sole focus of not one, but two men that night; two men whose sole intent was to pleasure her. The memories gave her chills.
She spoke to her mother on Thursday night when she was finally leaving the office at nine o’clock, and had been informed they would definitely be coming down the following weekend. Sam knew she had to get the guest bedroom fixed up, or they wouldn’t have a place to sleep.
Was it wrong of her to want them to hold off? Right now just wasn’t a convenient time for her. She was still in a funk, and she couldn’t seem to get past it. And now, it was Friday night and the only thing she wanted to do was to crawl into bed and sleep for days.
Sam pulled into her apartment complex and parked her car. As she got out, she noticed Logan’s Corvette parked in the space beside hers. Ok, now that was a pleasant surprise. His unexpected appearance immediately lightened her excessively dark mood.