“Savannah would like to discuss your sleeping arrangements,” Molly interjected.
“What do you mean? Don’t you want us sleeping with you?” Logan asked sharply. Did she want them to leave her alone at night? He couldn’t do it. As it was, when it was his turn to sleep upstairs he didn’t get much sleep. He missed her. Worried about her.
“That’s just it, you don’t sleep with me,” Savannah pointed out. “I want to sleep with you again, in our bed. No more sleeping on the floor. No more sleeping in the spare bedroom. All three of us should be in our own bed.”
Hell, yeah.
“Well?” she asked, looking nervous.
“Savannah, the only reason we haven’t been sleeping with you is because we thought you might sleep better on your own,” Max said. “We didn’t want you to wake up and get frightened if we were beside you.”
“I feel better when you guys are close. When you’re touching me.”
“I’ll move your stuff now,” Logan said, rising. If she wanted to sleep with them, then he wasn’t saying no. In fact, he was going to move her things before she could change her mind. There was nothing he wanted more than to have her in his arms again.
“Wait up, Logan. There’s more,” Molly said.
Savannah smiled up at him. “Sit down, big guy.”
“Savannah?” Molly prodded.
“I want sex,” she blurted out.
“Do we really need to have this conversation in front of her?” Max half-whispered, deliberately not looking at Molly.
Logan liked that Molly didn’t beat around the bush. He’d been worried she’d talk therapist speak and he wouldn’t understand a word she said. Or that she’d drone on and on about useless stuff. But she seemed a straight shooter to him.
“Please,” Savannah begged.
Logan frowned over her head at Max. Savannah had only had a few sessions with Molly, and already she was ready to move back into their bed. As far as Logan was concerned, Molly was a miracle worker, and he’d do whatever she told him to as long as it helped Savi.
Anything but leave her. He could never do that.
“Fine. You want sex.” Max’s words were stilted.
“No problem, darlin’,” Logan said quickly. “Whatever you want.”
Savannah looked slightly frustrated. She glanced over at Molly.
“That seems to be part of the issue, Logan,” the therapist said gently.
Huh? Now she’d lost him.
“So much of Savannah’s life is different. There is before she was attacked and after. I think we all know that you can’t go back to what you had before. She has triggers and fears she didn’t have before. But there are some things that haven’t changed. Her love for the two of you hasn’t changed, and I assume your love for her hasn’t either?”
“Of course it fucking hasn’t,” Max said, looking offended. “We love her more than ever.”
Logan pulled Savannah close, wrapping his arm around her waist. “You know we love you, right, Savi?”
“I know, it’s just . . . you’re both treating me like I’m fragile. Like I’ll fall apart at a wrong touch. I’m not saying I won’t get scared or have flashbacks sometimes. But I know you guys would never hurt me. I don’t want gentle, tender sex. Well, you know, not all the time. I want you guys to be like you used to be, take charge and dominant.”
“I could do the wrong thing and scare you,” Logan said, worried. He didn’t want her to fear him.
“And if you did, then you would soothe her. You would do what Max did the other day and talk to her calmly. Bring her back gradually. Nobody said Savannah would be cured overnight, but this is a step forward for all of you. And sometimes, having someone take charge can be good for someone recovering from a traumatic incident.”
What the hell was she talking about? He looked over at Max, but the other man had his head down. Logan sighed. There was still stuff going on with Max he wasn’t talking about. But Logan could only deal with one thing at a time. Right now, he was trying to understand what the hell the therapist was talking about.
“You want us to take charge of Savannah?”