#Chapter 157: Deepest Darkest Secrets

Ella “Do you really want to know, Ella?” Logan asked, his voice low and husky. “My deepest, darkest secret?” Something about the teasing tone hiding in Logan’s voice gave me pause. I took a step back, slipping out from between his body and the wall where I was sandwiched. “I don’t care what you do,” I muttered, although I couldn’t entirely deny the fact that my heart was clenching with a sensation that was akin to jealousy, which made me hate myself even more. His laughter broke the silence. “C’mon, Ella. Let me show you. I think you might actually be intrigued.” I frowned. “I’m not going to join you on your late-night escapades, Logan. I don’t do...that sort of thing.” “Trust me, it’s not like that.” He leaned closer, his eyes earnest, the teasing edge gone for the moment. “I’m not seeing anyone, if that makes you feel better.” I turned my face away, hiding the relief that surely showed there. It did make me feel better, that sliver of confirmation, though I would