Lila’s pov

“I don’t care about that anymore,” I said, still leaning against the island with his come drying on the inside of my thigh.

Logan had stopped in the doorway like the words might change something. They didn’t. Not for me.

He turned all the way around. “You should care.”

“I don’t. Not tonight. Not after what we just did.”

He stood there for a long second, keys still in his hand, eyes dark and conflicted. I watched the exact moment he decided.

The keys went back on the counter.

He walked to the front door, locked it, then checked the back door too.

When he came into the...