Seconds passed and I still couldn't bring myself to say a word. "I thought you wouldn't come down for breakfast." Logan's voice cut through my thoughts. I heard what he said but I can't seem to process his words. This is unfair. Every time I see him my brain refuses to work.
"Huh?...what did you just say. I-I...I didn't get you right."
"Hmm it seems like a cat has got your tongue. Nevermind. Sit, let's have breakfast."
He got up drawing out a chair for me. What a gentleman. Hmph!
"You...what did you mean by what you said earlier in my room?" I had finally summoned up my long lost courage. Sharing the same space with him is really uncomfortable.
"What did I say. I don't recall. Would you mind refreshing my memories at least that would help." He said while cutting through his steak.
Another wave of embarrassment washed through my body. Can this man try to be a little bit decent.
