I sat upright in a heap of sweat and trying to catch my breath. Logan was already sitting up with worry etched on his face.

“Are you alright?” he asked and I shook my head not in the mood to lie to him. “Do you want to talk about it?”

I shook my head again and he pursed his lips.

“I’ll be fine,” I said in a croaky voice. “I just need a second.”

I stood to my feet and made my way to the bathroom on shaky legs. I looked at ...