Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 5

I woke up really confused. It was still bright out, and the sun was peeking in through the blinds on the windows. Ah yes, the afternoon nap. It's insane that such a waste of time can feel so fulfilling.

I look over and try to get up, but feel a lead weight resting on my stomach. My heart flutters, and I finally take in the position I'm in.

My chest is now flush against Logan's, and my hands are pressed up against his bare skin. His arm is wrapped over me in a seemingly protective manner, and one of my legs is draped over one of his.

Holy hell.

Being a completely rational person, I start to freak out. What the hell is going on? Why was I so... comfortable, if this is how I was sleeping? I start to push him off of me, untangling my bare legs from him, and trying to control the fluttering in my stomach that happened when our bare calves touched. But his arm isn't going anywhere. Darn him and his insufferable muscles.

"What time is it?" Logan grumbles, and I actually whimper from the deep an raspy sound his voice holds. I don't respond, because he didn't loosen his grip on me at all. I look up to his face and see that his eyes are still closed. Maybe he's still asleep.

His features look almost like a new person when he sleeps, well actually I shouldn't say that. The fear that he radiates isn't there, which makes him completely different. His eyelashes are actually quite long, and his nose might be a bit crooked. His lips, they look even more smooth from the 3 inches away I am. And his jawline, it's still visible even when his muscles are completely relaxed.

"Logan." I say loudly in hopes of waking him up, and I have a sinking fear that my breathe smells bad.

"Logan!" It's louder this time

"Logan!" Seeing as our faces are undeniably close, I'm basically screaming. His eyes popped open at this one.

"What?" He snarls, the murderous glint returns to his eye and his features all tense in anger.

"I, I can't get up" my voice is small compared to his.

He seems to realize what I'm talking about and a look of shock crosses his features. We were most definitely cuddling, and I don't know who's more freaked out right now. He slowly starts moving his arm off of me, looking at it as if it's a foreign species, and not a limb completely under his control. I would to. I can tell you right now he must have not willingly chosen to cuddle. It must have been an accident.

"Were we..?" Logan looks at me, and I'm embarrassed by the surprise and shame that covers his face. I mean I knew he didn't do it on purpose but he didn't have to make me out to be some weirdo.

"It's not my fault. You put your arm around me right when you fell asleep" like usual I feel the need to defend myself, even when it's against this big scary monster. I should really work on that.

"Well maybe if you put on some god damn pants this wouldn't be an issue!" What do my pants have to do with anything? I scowl, but neither of us attempts to move our faces away from each other. I think a problem in the future will be exactly this. We're both stubborn, and prideful. We live for the drama.

"Pants? What does that have to do with anything, Logan." I draw out his name, to continue being obnoxious. Why do I do this to myself?

"Because I am a male you know, we get urges. And especially when your... wife... Is running around the house half fucking naked." He screams, pushing his face actually a little bit closer to mine.

"Control yourself Logan." I say sarcastically and condescendingly "It's not like I'm running around in some lingerie okay? I don't carry around a change of clothes. So maybe if you just calmed down a little bit this wouldn't be a problem. You went to the gym or whatever last night to control your anger, you should find something to do now. Like go for a walk, or deep breathing exercises, you know those are supposed to be helpf-"