Kara was already down to her underwear. She crossed the floor holding one of the pillows over her body, then called through the door.
‘Who is it?”
“Who else would it be?” a voice hissed back. “It’s me. Logan.”
She opened the door, but only a crack. “What is it?”
Logan stood in the hallway with an almost boyish grin. He had two or three days of stubble now, and he scratched it as he talked.
“C’mon. Let me in.”
She wanted to. It would’ve been easy. His shoulders arched to a perfect ‘V’ from his square jaw. His big arms were already straining against his too-tight T-shirt…
At the same time, the guilt she’d feel in the morning would be just another distraction. And right now Kara needed to stay focused. To finish her assignment in the strongest way possible, and get the hell out of this place.
“Logan, I want to sleep alone tonight,” she told him.
“That’s not what you said last night,” he reminded her not-so-subtly.
“Yeah, well last night was a mistake.”
Logan only smirked at her. “And the night before?”
Kara’s expression went sour. “An even bigger mistake.”
His jaw tightened. The slight change in expression only made him more attractive.
“Look, we have a big day tomorrow,” said Kara. “I’m sleeping. You should too.”
He shrugged. “So I’ll sleep with you.”
“Yeah right.”
She started to close the door but there was something different now. Something about his eyes that actually stopped her.
“A mistake?” he asked. “Really?”
There was no sarcasm in his tone, no spite or malice. He was genuinely asking. Almost as if…
He were wounded?
Kara realized he was waiting on an answer. Clutching the pillow a little tighter, she nodded.
“Yes, a mistake,” she repeated. “That’s all it was.”
A deafening silence reigned. For a moment they just stood staring at each other through the cracked doorway.
“Alright,” Logan sighed. “Got it.”
He left calmly this time, without storming off. His face was stoic, his body language non-existent. Kara couldn’t detect the hint of any emotion at all.
Shit.
The words sounded softer in her head than when they’d left her lips. She’d still meant them, but maybe not as harsh.
She closed the door. Latched it. Jumped back into bed.
A mistake. She sighed. Sure.