Alarm flickered across her face, making him sit up. "We're going to sleep together, then? Share a bedroom? A bed?"
Protectiveness surged through him at her fear, protectiveness he hadn't felt in years, not since his younger brothers had grown up and his dad had died, ending the threat to all of them. But Skylar brought it all back, his need to keep someone else safe. His need to give every bit of his soul to safeguard her.
"I need to be with you all the time, Skylar," he said evenly. "On the slim chance Eugene finds us, if it takes even a second for me to get to you, that could be too late. So, yeah, we'll be sharing a bedroom."
"Shit."
He almost chuckled at her epithet. God, he loved how expressive she was, how she didn't hold back what she was feeling. But he did not like her being afraid of him. "I would never push myself on you. Ever. I swear it."
Surprise flickered across her face. "Of course you wouldn't. I wasn't worried about that."
He relaxed slightly, glad she realized that. "Then what makes you nervous?"
She chewed her lips. "Honestly?"
"Always." He was curious now.
She stared past him, focused on the window of the plane, clearly trying to figure out what to say.
He waited, his interest growing.
She finally sighed, and looked right at him, owning whatever she was about to say. "I'm super attracted to you, Logan."
Tension slammed into his gut, and all the sexual tension he'd been trying to keep at bay exploded through him.
He'd been attracted to Skylar since the first second he'd met her two years ago. Every single time he ran into her, he walked away with a hard-on. He'd fought it for a million reasons, and he'd proposed the fake engagement only when he'd made sure he could keep it straight in his gut that it was a business arrangement only.
But with her declaration hanging between them, all his best resolutions seemed to shoot out the window. He cleared his throat, and kept his voice neutral. "Okay." It was all he trusted himself to say.