Saturday. Logan's Apartment. Washington, DC.
KELSEY REALLY WANTED TO scratch her nose. Like it was all she could think about. But scratching her nose meant moving, and moving would mean acknowledging she'd allowed Logan to slowly envelop her. So far she'd ignored his progressive encroaching because it was ignore it or freak out over it. Seeing as he was quite large, warm and attractive, she'd gone with ignoring him.
She was terrible at this.
Give her a bar, some drinks and a willing guy. She worked things out just fine in six or so hours.
But dinner, conversation, sharing things? She lost herself.
If she didn't scratch her nose soon, she was going to... Well, she didn't know what she'd do.
It couldn't be helped.
She had to.
Kelsey pulled her right arm from under Logan's and furiously rubbed her nose.
"Need a tissue?" His voice rumbled right next to her ear.