<div class="floatleft">(https://img-s3.onedio.com/id-569e201aa71c161139cbad57/rev-1/w-635/f-jpg-webp/s-7a18c882ac5bddf1a76c29969f3567e0585ac97b.webp)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Manchester, England<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1 July, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa backyard<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as picture<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Rhonda<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><em>Rhonda</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Rhonda was sticking to her story, adamant about how Logan was the only one she would have stepped forward for. It made him smile, but in the back of his head he felt kind of bad for stepping forward for Elsa before Rhonda. Technically it was the fault of the crew for lining up the girls in that particular order. But, still. He hoped that fact didn’t make Rhonda feel badly at all.<br/><br/>“Okay, I believe you.” Logan was convinced, and couldn’t wipe the goofy grin off his face after that. His smile finally did fade when they started to talk about authors and books in general, seeing Rhonda view him skeptically. He chuckled at the face she gave him, then made a face of his own as if to say ‘I can’t help it. Sorry.’ Her winning line from the show made him grin.<br/><br/>But soon after, she yawned. The pair of them seemed to get hit by the tired bug at the same time and when he offered for them to head up to bed, she was agreeable. As much as she wanted to spend more time talking outside, Rhonda admitted that she was ready to head upstairs too. When she asked for a head start, Logan chuckled. “Like, long enough for a bath?”<br/><br/>She caressed his shoulder while she walked by him and the touch had surprised him, but what surprised him more was that trail of tingles that followed. He turned to watch her walking away. “I don’t mind getting spoiled,” he smirked. She reminded him about roughly how many more questions were owed in their little game, then walked into the villa.<br/><br/>He waited for a little while by himself, finishing up his water and glancing at the villa’s enormous balcony which led into the bedrooms, as if for some sort of sign that she was there and ready. He had to admit, he was both nervous and excited about sharing the bed. On the one hand, it felt much too early to be sharing a bed. On the other hand, it forced them to explore a connection.<br/><br/>After a bit of time, he got himself up and tucked his phone into his back pocket, then headed inside. He walked into the bathroom first, spending a bit of time in there to relieve himself (in one way and not the other), brush his teeth and floss. He also raked his hand through his hair a bit, intending for it to fall flat on his head, but as usual, it just continued to do its own thing.<br/><br/>Walking down the hall and into the bedroom, he raised his arms and tugged his shirt off overhead. He found Rhonda in their bed and walked over, tossing his shirt onto the floor. There were no hampers anywhere, so what else was he supposed to do with it? He gave her a look over when he stood at the end of the bed, smiling at her simple yet form fitting pajamas. “You’re looking particularly fit in that,” he complimented, knowing he was upping his flirting game.<br/><br/>Logan’s hands went to his belt and undid it quickly while he shuffled out of his shoes and slid them out of the way. His jeans fell and he bent to steal his phone from the back pocket, then piled his pants atop his shirt from the day and finally tugged off his socks. When he stood again, he was only in a simple pair of Calvins. There was a definite bulge happening down south. But he wasn’t apologizing for it.<br/><br/>Easing downward, Logan pulled the sheets enough to climb into bed, then covered himself with the covers. He leaned over Rhonda. “Oh, let me just put my phone down too.” He had planned this, clearly. As he leaned over her, his chest inadvertently slid along hers, making his bulge down south start to stir. Logan placed his phone beside Rhonda’s on the table, then remained rather close to her. Their faces were mere inches apart.<br/><br/>“What are the rules for sleeping together?” He asked her in a whisper, almost out of breath.