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"Can you helpht intervene yet again? Would he be that pigheaded? I should have told Jeffery to throw him out but I didn’t have it in me I just wanted to have the sashed from ged for a little luck Please don’t let Logan coan come--

The door opened, and when I peered overthe door

"Get out!" I screa the curtain back all the way

Jeffery was there on the other side of Logan, yet I couldn’t see hi to call security Logan stood firm, his hands on each side of the door fraan asked, craning his neck back

What do I need? Ha, where to start that list? Aside fro ether?

I was tired and ready for bed, so with a loud, drawn-out sigh expressinglued on the tiled wall ahead of me

"Sir, security is on their way up," I heard Jeffery tell him

My shoulders sluht Logan, you want to help beunder his breath to Jeffery

"I need help washing lanced over le finger strays, I swear it will be gone!"

A single soft chuckle caught in his throat, and then I felt him move forward His breath was on my skin, followed by the warm, soapy washcloth

"Run the water down your back," he said, his voice strained

Was I affecting hihly doubted it He’d seen more naked backs than most men I knew

I held the sprayer up over an started at ainst ri of the cloth overhis tile spot

"Does it hurt?" he asked after a few moments of silence

"No"

It wasn’t a lie--it really didn’t hurt I’d caught a little glimpse in the mirror the day before of the superficial scratches across my back from the ih that could’ve had soht about it

The cloth cleaned the base of ed breath

"Cassandra--"

"Don’t"