Logan walks inside his room and closes the door with his leg still holding me in his arm.

This is the second time when I am entering his room.

The first time was when he locked me here two days back.

And now he is holding me here in his arm.

I look around but the room was dimly light so I couldn’t see it properly.

He places me on the bed and starts to remove his clothes.

“Shouldn’t we… take a shower?” I ask shyly.

“We can take that later, together,” he says and hovers over me only in his boxers.

I look away from him.

We have done...