<div style="text-align: center">The soft and subtle agreements weren't enough to grab her attention as she spoke to him. But the fact that he was less than a foot away when her chin lifted and she met his gaze definitely sparked something. The last few statements he'd made suddenly replayed in her mind and she found her lips quirking upwards at the corners. Despite the alarming proximity they shared that made her muscles taut with expectations, Katherine was finally able to hold his gaze without glancing away when the embarrassment rushed her system. "It's... it's a good thing the music will be on for hours downstairs."<br/>
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It was the brunette's turn to take a slow, almost hesitant step forward. Another motion left her pile of clothes abandoned once more on the foot of the bed. Her hand holding the towel brushed Logan's abdomen with each breath, her teeth playing gently with her bottom lip before she swiped it her tongue. Courage gathered, she murmurs, "We could definitely not get dressed." The slender fingers grasping the towel suddenly flex and then release, the thick fabric slipping down over her waistline and dropping to the floor at her feet. The action leaves her entirely bared to him, pale skin on open display. The perky curve of her breasts are emphasized as she crosses her arms over her chest on instinct, hiding the soft pink of her nipples from view. The gentle curves of her hips lead into a finely shaved expanse of skin between her thighs, which she surprisingly makes no move to cover.<br/>
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"You might want to hang up your wet clothes in the bathroom," she says quietly, the smile evident in her tone alone. She feels sinfully aware of the reality of their situation. But it's almost as if the familiarity of his presence is a comfort rather than an annoyance, which is even more astonishing considering he was in one of her most private spaces, all of her body exposed to him. "But I definitely need to lay down. It has been one long day." It's obvious, the way she leans slightly towards him with her arms close to her sides, that she purposefully allows her nipples to brush his bare skin as she turns to crawl onto the thick comforter, bare ass on open display until she lounges comfortably on her side and gazes over at him with an intrigued expression. The invitation onto her bed is plain to see, but just in case, she pats the space near her with a slender hand and smiles with some shyness at him. It'd been a long while since she'd had a guy in her room; she was more of the private type, one-night-stands being a rare and unlikely occurrence over the recent year.​</div>