–Logan–
I left Jane's bedroom feeling more beaten than I've ever been in my life. And no, before you even think it—we didn't fuck. She literally kicked me. Hard. With every ounce of strength her feverish little body had left. Honestly, I'm still wondering how wild she'll get when we do fuck—if that ever happens. But yeah, that's just me being me. Teasing. Besides, I doubt she'll ever see me as a man anyway.
"So, how's Jane?" Sophia asked, casually cleaning her gun collection like she was polishing jewelry.
"She had a fever. I tried to cuddle her, but she kicked me out." I pulled at my shirt, grimacing. "Do I have an injury? I swear, I'll sue that woman."
"Pfft! No visible injury. You can't sue her. Besides, you look perfectly fine." She burst out laughing—like, really laughing—as if she owned the entire penthouse.
I rolled my eyes at her and trudged back to my room. A quick change, leather coat on, and I grabbed my bike keys. Time to do what Jane asked.
