Light filters through unfamiliar curtains, dragging me from blissful unconsciousness. Every muscle protests as I stretch myself awake, and something heavy pins me to the mattress.
Logan's arm lies draped across my torso, his breathing deep and even. His face relaxed in sleep lacks his perpetual smirk, making him look almost innocent—a ridiculous notion for a man who'd done such thoroughly filthy things to me last night.
I attempt to slide out from under his weight, inching toward freedom. No such luck. Without waking, Logan responds to my escape attempt by throwing a muscular leg over mine, effectively caging me against his body.
Trapped.
The pressure on my bladder grows more insistent. I need to pee, my mouth feels like sandpaper, and I have no idea what time it is or if anyone's noticed my absence.
