Logan's Flower

Chapter 4

I have to admit. It's really scary to wake up when you have no recollection of how you fell asleep. What's even scarier is to wake up in said situation and find out you don't know where you are.

It might be weird, but the first thing my mind registered this morning was the fact that the bed was too comfortable and the pillow too fluffy. When my eyes flew open, I found myself in a light gray room. Well, at least the walls, curtains and bedding was light gray.

The last thing I remembered was going out of the bar and climbing in Logan's car. Then, before I can process everything further, I notice the fact that my legs are bare. Shit!

I scramble up the bed looking wildly around, seeing my purse on the dresser across from the bed and my clothes neatly folded on the chair next to the door. I look down and immediately know who to blame for my morning freak-out.

I throw off the cover and shimmy myself into my jeans.

Oh, I'm keeping this shirt.

I have two door options right now and opening the one next to the closet I find a small bathroom. Great! I wash my face and do my thing. Well, except for brushing my teeth. And then I try the door number two, behind which I'm greeted with familiar hallway.

"I'm keeping the shirt." Is the first thing I say to the man sitting in the kitchen drinking his morning coffee.

"Well, good morning sleeping beauty." Logan smirks at me. "Coffee?" he offers, standing. He's already dressed and looks well rested. He has his usual dark T-shirt and a black cargo shorts.

I flop down on the chair. "Can I get a tea? Or water. And good morning."

"Black or green?"

"Black. You know I had this really weird morning today, where I woke up in a stranger's bedroom," I say sarcastically.

Logan smirks. "You're talking about my guest bedroom?"

"Why am I not home?"

"Well, you blacked out on me, and I didn't want to rummage through your purse so I took you here," Logan says, now looking a bit shy.

"Yeah, big guy, because rummaging through my purse is way creepier than undressing me when I'm out." I lift my brow at him.

At least he had the audacity to blush and look ashamed. Good for him.

As he puts the tea in front of me, I nudge him with my foot.

"It's okay. You left my bra on, so it means you're not a complete pervert." I smirk at Logan blowing on to my tea while he opens a cupboard.

Logan looks over his shoulder, shaking a cereal at me and I nod.

"It was a really nice bra, that's why I left it on." Logan smirks, putting a bowl on the table and hands me the cereal. "Usually I take everything off and then sit next to the bed staring for the whole night." He wiggles his brows, heading for the fridge.

"Oh, a perverted Yeti. How marvelous." I joke with a fake accent.

"Don't lie to yourself. You love my beard." Logan hands me the milk and sits down.

He's actually right, I do love it.

"It suits you." I smile at him genuinely. "And as weird as this will sound, thanks for getting me out of my clothes, I hate waking up still dressed."

Logan snickers, shaking his head at our antics. "You're welcome. I texted Dean first, by the way, and he was the one who told me to just bring you here. Since your car was at home, Dean said your parents probably assumed you'll be staying at his place, so..."