My head, resting on Logan's chest, rises and falls in sync with his steady breathing. The hunter's fingers slide through my hair as he occasionally caresses my cheek, our clothes still discarded and our bodies spent from our passionate intercourse session. His touch soothes my still-frayed nerves as we lie intertwined on the couch.
Now that the sexual tension has disappeared, my mind returns to what the male revealed earlier. The secrets he shared with me about his past, secrets he'd never told anyone else before. Something strikes my mind and my chest feels heavy. "Logan...", I murmur softly, drawing his attention to me. The male lets out a hum in response. I chew on my lower lip for a moment before continuing. "How did you acquire the equipment previously?", my voice conveying the concern that stirs within me regarding the secrets that might hide behind it.
His chest moves under my head as he sucks in a sharp breath, "I acquired those the same way I organized for the courses: by threatening to expose her unprofessional behavior toward me. She's a trainer under the headquarters after all." The male pauses for a moment before continuing, "But of course, a token can work only so many times. I exhausted it when I booked slots for this month. I didn't mind though since I wasn't planning to engage with her ever again."
With a frown, I tighten my arm around his torso, perhaps as a way to emphasize my words and my resolve as I declare, "I am returning those accursed equipment right away."
Letting out a soft exhale, he brushes down my hair before asking, "When did she ask you to return them?"
"Tomorrow"
"Then do it tomorrow.", the hunter instructs, his hand moving down to hold my bare shoulder. Giving it a firm squeeze, he adds, "I don't want you to have any contact with her unless utterly crucial."
Raising my head, I face the male with my jaws clenched. "But I don't want them here anymore.", I complain.
Logan furrows his brows at my words, "Why? What's wrong with the equipment? They're of fine quality. Did you feel the steel strike of the swivel dummy on your arms? Provides realism to the training."
"But their cost is not something I approve of!", my voice comes out sharp, tinged with anger as I counter, my temper flaring up once more.
The hunter watches my outburst with a small smile adorning his face. Reaching out, he caresses my cheek with the back of his digits. "Yet it's already been paid, hasn't it?", Logan maintains a soft and comforting tone, "So why not utilize them to their capacity?" Despite seeing the sense in his reasoning, I still can't help but frown.
Just looking at them would remind me of what Logan endured to rent them for barely five days.
My display of disapproval, however, amuses the silver-haired male, who lifts his head to peck my pouty lips. A groan of protest reverberates in my throat but I soon find myself melting under the heat of his lips as his tongue comes out seeking mine. With a small moan, I willingly respond and wrap my arms around him. We hold the kiss for a few more moments, and I feel my frustration fade away.
After dominating my mouth, Logan pulls back from our kiss, but not before squeezing my butt in a playful manner. "Join me for training after lunch? Let's make the most of this situation.", he coaxes and I let out a soft sigh, giving in to the hunter that I know I can't refuse.
The next day, I load the equipment into the back of my car before heading out to the headquarters with Logan for our training session. With a tinge of resentment towards the trainer and the equipment, I return the gears to Yula. Controlling my impulses to lash out at the female trainer and hiding my displeasure at being in her presence one more time take all of my willpower.
