40 Chapter 40: Bedtime

Logan, Michael, and I finished our late night dinner. I leaned back in my seat, stuffed full of all of Beth's delicious food. I couldn't help but smile. Michael and Chase both looked in my direction. "It's nice to see you smile Little Wolf", Michael said sweetly. Logan agreed and got up to grab the dishes in front of us all.

My hand shot out lightning fast grabbing ahold of the plates and in an instant I was at the sink. I was cleaning dishes this time and that was that. Logan came over to stand next to me and dried the plates as I cleaned, then handed each piece to him. Logan spoke, "You know you can go on up to bed and I can fish these alone. You do not need to clean them. I like taking care of you... I mean things". He cleared his throat before correcting his words on that last part. When I looked up at his face what wasn't covered by beard had a pink tint to it... was he blushing?

I leaned over and kissed his cheek before bumping him with my shoulder and responding, "Thank you, but I like working together. The chores get done quicker, right?". He smiled and nodded as I handed him the last plate. Logan I finished putting the dishes in the cabinet. He let out an exhausted sigh and said in all seriousness, "Alright, I'm going to bed. I have to get my beauty sleep. It's hard being there most attractive one around here". He side eyed Michael and gave me his signature wink before leaving. "Goodnight", I hollered after him.

I turned around and Michael was still seated. He had a glass of golden liquid cradled in his hand. I hadn't noticed him getting up to pour himself a drink but maybe I was too focused on racing Logan to the sink. I came closer and the scent from the liquid burned my nose. Alcohol and very strong. He tilted his head, taking in my wrinkled nose, and the reaction reminded me of a confused dog. I had to smile at the thought.

Michael asked curiously, "Do you want a glass?". I licked my lips and answered, "Can I just try a taste of yours?". His eyes focused on my lips and his expression heated. He stood up and walked to me, drink in hand. He held out the glass and I took it from him. I brought the cold glass to my lips hearing the ice clank against the sides as I took a sip. The golden liquid burned as I swallowed it down and tasted like medicine. Yuck! I pulled the glass away and handed it back to him. "What do you think?", he asked. I rubbed the back of my neck with my hand and then answered, "Is all alcohol this disgusting?". He laughed a little and shook his head, "You get used to it after awhile". I highly doubted that, but I was getting to tired to argue.

Michael finished his last drink and sat the glass in the sink. He questioned softly, "You look tired. Are you ready for bed?". I nodded yes and he held out his hand. His eyes pleaded for me to take it. I put my hand in his and he said, "Let's go then. I will walk you to your room". The thought of laying on the comfy bed sounded absolutely perfect right about now. The events of the day had my mind and body wiped of all energy.