Cross Checked Hearts (Wyncote Wolves, #1)

by Cali Melle

While his back is turned to me, I strip out of my pants and toss them onto the floor. Logan glances in the mirror by my bureau, his eyes finding mine as I reach for the bottom hem of my shirt. “What are you up to?” he questions me, his voice low and husky. He slowly turns around to face me, staring at me with a darkened expression and a fire burning in his blue irises. I pull my shirt off and throw it onto the floor. “Getting ready for bed,” I tell him as I scoot closer to the headboard. Logan doesn’t move from where he’s standing across the room. “Can I wear your shirt to sleep in?” I ask him, my voice barely audible. “Like old times…” His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, but he nods and peels off his sweatshirt as he strides across the room toward me. I watch as it falls to the floor and he reaches behind his head and pulls his t-shirt over his head. He inches closer to the bed, stopping just beside it as he hands me his shirt. I slip it over my head, feeling the warmth of it from his body. The smell of his cologne instantly fills my senses and I smile, feeling like I’m home.