But there would be plenty of space this time. Room for Logan to be alone with a willing partner. Or two. I know he claimed he hadn’t kissed another girl since that night I kissed him on the porch, but I’m sure that was about to change. If it hadn’t already. Jealousy sank its fangs into me as I envisioned him slipping inside one of those eight rooms with some girl.
“Let’s go.” Forcing a smile, I waved Annie out of the loft, closing the door behind us. We headed downstairs together, Annie clinging to the walls of the stairwell on either side of her so that she didn’t fall in her lethally high-heeled ankle boots. “I’m sure you won’t need to crash with me tonight. You’re dressed to kill and you never have a problem getting a hookup,” I dutifully reminded her.
She preened. “True, but pickings are slimmer in the summer months. I’m already ready for fall semester. I swear, next weekend is the only highlight of my summer so far. Hope it doesn’t disappoint.”
I was hardly listening to her anymore as we entered the bar and made our way through the crowd. This was Logan’s stomping ground, and my every nerve was on high alert.
My eyes scanned the room, searching for anyone in a Mulvaney’s staff T-shirt. On the lookout specifically for a shirt that was filled out nicely by a body so ripped that it made me dizzy.
It might have been days since I’d last seen Logan, but he invaded my dreams. I couldn’t fall asleep without his image there, filling my head. Alone in the dark . . . thinking about him. It was a problem. It was like he flipped a switch inside me. My body ached for him, unwilling to go back to its dormant state. My hands tracked over the places he had touched and kissed and bit . . . caressing my breasts, skimming down my stomach and between my legs. It was embarrassing, this wanton creature I had become, touching myself like some kind of sex kitten who couldn’t get enough.
My hands were a pale echo of Logan’s touch, and it only made me hungrier for him.
When Annie texted me earlier in the day to see if I wanted to hang out at Mulvaney’s with her, I’d agreed. Even if I didn’t love the girl, she was single, and single girlfriends were few and far between. Suzanne was working a lot to save up money and make up for the time she was having to take off to house-sit for her parents’ cruise, so she wasn’t very available. Besides, I could just go upstairs to my room if Annie got to be too much.
We located a long stretch of table with two unoccupied chairs. A few people sat on the other end of it, drinking beer and playing dominoes.
“Want me to order us—”
She held up her hand. “Patience, grasshopper. Give it a few moments. Two girls alone in a bar . . . we won’t be alone for long. And then we can drink for free.”
Sure enough, within moments a couple guys ambled over carrying a pitcher of beer. They offered us some plastic cups and poured us drinks. Annie beamed at them and got her flirt on, beginning with the usual conversation.
Are you a student?
What’s your major?
Oooh, you have a tattoo? Show me . . .
I was bored. Neither one of them could compete with the lingering effects of Logan’s bright light. People eventually got up from the table, leaving room for the two guys to sit down beside us.
I forced the small talk, still scanning the bar. With every minute that passed, I resigned myself to the fact that he wasn’t working tonight.
“Are you looking for someone?” the guy in a knit cap beside me asked. His dark hair was long and peeked out of the sides. He was cute in a Hollister kind of way.
I shook my head. “No.”
“Then I must be boring you.”