I was aware of the fact that Logan was no longer beside me before I even opened my eyes. Glancing around the room, I was struck by the pounding in my temples. Oh yes, the drinking. My mouth was arid. When I sat up, the comforter fell off of the top of my body. I was only in a bra and panties. Seeing the minimal fabric sent me into a whirlwind of memories from the night before. Oh yes, the kissing. The ecstasy of Logan’s kiss could not be outdone, but the fear had snuck in. Fear that things would go south like they had before. I couldn’t live through that again. With the morning light came a sickening sort of clarity. I almost had sex with Logan, a man who had admitted to removing emotion from his sexual encounters – his frequent encounters – with women more equipped to please him than I was. A man that had told me up front that we would never be together. What the hell was I thinking? Call me a fool, but he had seemed so different. The look in his eyes at the piano, the passionate way he kissed me.
