Chapter 25
Maris' heart almost flew out her chest when she jerked, but she held her chest and prevented that.
"I can explain." Maris sprang up to her feet, holding up her hands in a surrendering manner the moment she and Sanna locked gazes. "I'm not here to kill-"
Maris was halted in her tracks because Sanna unexpectedly pulled her in for a hug, saying, "I missed you."
Firstly, Maris' body was stiff and her hands hung lazily beside her body. Slowly, after blinking a couple times, she hugged Sanna back. It felt as if Sanna was the big sister she never had, Sanna had this aura of maturity that always hovered above her head.
After they pulled out of the hug, Maris choked on a laugh and Sanna squinted an eye at her.
"What's funny?" Sanna rested her hands on her waist and cocked her head to one side.
"I was thinking you'd hate me for what my so called kind did to you. I don't even know how to feel after the shocking discovery." Maris explained amidst shaking her head and rubbing her face in her palms.
"I can see y'all bonding." Logan walked towards them and caressed Maris' chin before placing his palm on the scanner.
"Yeah, I met her sitting on the floor." Sanna folded her arms against her chest and gave Logan a criticizing glare. "How could you leave her outside your gate?"
"He didn't exactly-" Maris tried to speak, but was cut short by Logan's sour expression.
"What?" He scowled, turning to meet Maris' wavering and guilty gaze.
"Yes, how could you?" Sanna didn't get what was going on. She was adding fuel to the already burning fire. "That's no way to treat a woman."
"Sanna..." Maris called weakly, chewing the insides of her cheeks.
"No, let me talk to him," San said.
Logan was mute. He pushed the gate open and once they were in, he locked it and walked away from them, lips set in a grim line as he unlocked the door and left it ajar for them.
The two girls walked in and shut the door behind them. Maris and Sanna shared a confused gaze when Logan walked out of the place without glancing over his shoulder.
"What's wrong with him?" Maris asked and Sanna shrugged like she didn't care.
"Well, wanna eat something?" Sanna shoved the question of her brother aside, blinking like she was irritated by something.
"Uhm," Maris started, unsure of what to say next as she cradled her stomach and felt a gnawing feeling. "I'll pass."
A friendly expression settled on her face. She couldn't afford to eat when Logan was acting up like some ass.
"Okay." Sanna dragged her feet on the floor to the kitchen.
Maris heaved a sigh then decided to join him. After walking past Sanna and the kitchen, Sanna threw her head out of the doorway and called for Maris, "Maris?"
Maris stopped in her tracks and rubbernecked at Sanna with an almost weak expression, "Yes?"
"My brother likes you a lot... So be patient with him. He gets easily angry like my mother, but I believe he can be changed and I know you can work your girl magic on him." She advised, putting a slice of water melon in her mouth. "So be calm like you've always been, but be tough sometimes. He needs a slap to reset his memory."
Maris' lips twitched, turning upwards with a low giggle vibrating out of her throat. Sanna did the same, before flashing a thumbs up at her.
"Thanks." Maris nodded and proceeded up the stairs.
"But don't literally slap him!" Sanna yelled and Maris laughed, already on the third staircase.
When she was on the second floor, she held her waist and pursed her lips. What door was Logan's?
She pranced around, face palming to why she didn't ask Sanna earlier. She stole a glimpse at the staircase and dreaded the thought of having to climb down those draining stairs and climbing back up.
"Nah, I'm not doing that." She shook her head and scanned the doors on the sides of the hallway. "It's either the first or last or second or third or-" she grabbed her hair and groaned.
She stood in front of the first door and balled her palm before raising it to rap on the door. Slowly, she pushed it open, but it was locked. Walking to the second, she knocked and pushed it, no luck.
She ignored the rest and walked to the extreme end and knocked. She pushed and it opened. Her eyes lightened up until she saw the room was empty and dusty.
"C'mon!" She spun, banging the door shut. She was slowly losing it and might soon be laughing crazily like the joker out of frustration.
She walked back to the first door opposite and pushed it, not having the patience to knock.
"If this isn't the door, I'll-" she stopped mid sentence with a loud gasp.
Her legs were rooted to the spot as her jaw slacked to the ground. She blinked once, then twice before forcefully gulping down saliva. She swept his body with her lustful gaze and felt the walls of her throat drying up once again.
Help, there's a naked man in front of me!
Her subconscious rasped, putting her in a more confused state.
Logan stood butt naked beside his bed. His legs appeared like he was one who did a lot of squats and his body was built, which made her reasoning mutter,
Hamna, hamna, hamna.
She took in every inch of his chest and resisted the strong urge to look below his waist.
Damn it!
Her mind screamed and she took her gaze lower at his manly private part and almost collapsed at how well endowed he was.
"Ehhem!" Logan coughed, rushing to cover his nakedness with a blue towel.
"I-I-I-" she stammered, hand gripping the door knob till her knuckles were white.
Sharply, she rushed out of the room and closed the door, screwing her eyes shut to clear up the breath taking image she had seen.
She breathed heavily with wobbly lips. It wasn't like she had never seen a naked man before, but this one made her heart stop. He was nothing she had ever seen before or was it because she was attracted to him and would love to feel...good?
A warm fluid slipped down from in between her legs and she squeezed her glutes, rubbing her thighs together. It had been a while since she laid with anyone.
"Scram," she whispered to the inappropriate thoughts she was having.
Quietly, the door opened and their eyes jammed. Logan had a cloud of an emotion in his blue orbs, emotion that was hard to explain. Maris' lips parted slightly with a heart that faltered at the sight of him.
"Follow me." He ordered with a towel still around his waist, leaving his naked chest for Maris to drool over.
He clutched her wrist gently and pulled her in, locking the door behind him. She reached up a hand to touch her chin to make sure she wasn't actually drooling.
Phew! No spit.
"Why?" Was the only thing that could come out from her mouth as her throat clogged up.
"You'll see." He glanced at her face quickly with a smirk and drew her deeper into the room, not even giving her the chance to look around.
He stopped and waltz behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and massaged them, they were tensed at first before they loosened up with Maris, whose eyes were half open.
"Relax," he said, massaging more as he pulled down her zipper. "You've been under a lot of pressure lately."
"Sadly, yes." She replied, feeling heat all over her body as he massaged her sensitive skin.
"I want you to take in a deep breath and think about roses." He instructed and she did, but was tensing up again. "Okay, think about a flowing river."
Her eyes fluttered shut as she pictured a peaceful stream, flowing and her dancing to the rhythm.
He drifted his hands to her waist and peeled off her gown, leaving her in her underwear. She held her breath, face turning crimson.
"Logan," she moaned, holding his hands and stopping them from rubbing her back.
"Did you just moan?" He killed the moment with his question and she snapped out of the hypnotism, embarrassment slapping her in the face.
"What?" She picked up her dress immediately and covered her body. "No!"
"Did you have to scream?" He cocked a brow and she stopped producing juice. "Do I make you nervous?"
"I-I wasn't screaming." She stammered, avoiding his gaze. "I'll be going now."
"Oh, no. You're not. I'm not done with you." He growled and raised all the hair on Maris' body, sending a chill down her spine as he grabbed her waist and pulled her to his body, bumping her boobs on his chest.
