Law and Order- complete

XVII

Harry

It doesn't take anything for my eyes to fling open at the constant hum of birds chirping. The warm sun glares through the curtain-less windows on my left, leaving my cheek warm from the touch. I can feel my throat hoarse as I swallow nothingness.

I lift my head from the leather couch and let out a growl-like yawn, leaning forward to grab the remote from the coffee table and shutting the tv off. A hand is run down my face with another yawn as I reach for my phone on the couch's armrest to check the time. 8:09 am. 

Deciding that I'm already up for the day, I run my palm across my bare chest and pad across the cool floor towards the bathroom, glancing at the cracked open bedroom door to see Logan shifting in her sleep, her entire body covered in the duvet. My movements are made quieter as I push the door open to use the loo. A hand is run through the loose waves as I glance at myself in the mirror, giving another yawn.

I didn't expect to go out at 11 pm and I most definitely didn't expect to spend another night with Logan. She's persuasive when it comes to doing what she wants, but I know it wouldn't have taken much. I have a hard time telling her no, and sometimes it annoys me. Ever since I ran into her while searching for Aubrey I've felt like she needed my defense. It's not something she's ever even asked for, and deep down, I know I'm doing it for me. I like being needed by her.

After brushing my teeth and taking a piss, my stomach growls, and I begin thinking about what to eat for breakfast.

I glance into the room, my brows coming together when I see that the bed is now empty.

"I'm in here." She croaks, her voice sounding from the living room. 

"You're up early." She tells me hoarsely, craning her neck to look at me when I walk behind the couch. Her face is swollen, and puffy with sleep and her hair is tied up into a tight bun, showing off her ears that seemed a bit too big for her face.

"Yeah. How'd you sleep?" I ask, making my way into the kitchen and towards the fridge.

"I slept okay. What about you?" Logan responds. I scan the fridge for breakfast. When I don't see anything, I grab a water bottle and screw open the cap, "I slept okay."

"I know, I heard you snoring," She remarks from beside me, watching as I close the fridge back. "And how come you're not wearing a shirt? You should be. It's cold." Her face pulls into a frown as her eyes scan my bare torso, staring a few seconds too long.

"I don't like wearing shirts around my own house," I say simply.

"Okay. I'm not complaining." She takes a few steps backward to lean against the island and I catch a glimpse of her breast moving in the shirt I'd given her last night. 

She tucks a strand of hair behind her ears and watches me as I begin to straighten up the area, stacking envelopes and random papers from the island to put in the bin. The creeping thoughts of her bare body are shoved aside. "Did you want to go anywhere before I take you home?" I ask nonchalantly, watching her from my peripheral as her nose twitches.

 "Um...it's up to you."

Of course, it is. "I can use some food, I haven't gone shopping," I tell her.

"Can we get Mcdonald's? My moms are doing this thing where they're cutting out fast food so I haven't had Mcdonald's in like...months." She groans, throwing her head back in exaggeration. 

"You'll be alright," I mumble humorously.

"Mhm,"

Another glance in her direction sends my eyes to her full lips as she laps her tongue over them. Her neck was craned downwards at her phone, sending a text to whoever. I begin to rethink the offer for her to stay here longer. I feel distorted around her in circumstances like this. Professionalism was rendered effortless during our sessions. There were people around, and we focused. Being in my flat was different, and I knew every time I invited her here, it'd get harder and harder for me. Every time my eyes grazed the bare skin on her lower back or the way she'd mindlessly twist her hair around her index finger.