Naughty crime.

Logan’s POV.

Hiding in Rain’s bathroom, I peep at the older woman and wait for her to leave. She tucks Rain's duvet well, caressing her hair.

Though it’s dark, I still make out her face and she looks the same as the picture Lester showed when I asked him to dig in deeper about Mr. Hanks's household.

The woman struts to the dresser but I can’t see what she did there exactly before reaching the exit.

I thought she had left when I pushed the bathroom door open, the hinges hissed and her voice echoed in the dark room.

“Who's there?”

My eyes go owl-wide immediately, my breath stalling.

“I said who’s there?” The woman screeches and I hear her footsteps coming closer.

Fuck! I curse, clenching back into the bathroom. I don’t know what I step onto but I suddenly find myself in a small walk-in closet, and into a heap of Rain's panties.

“Dammit!” I curse, picking up some panties to stuff over my mouth.

Jeez, what the heck am I doing placing Rain‘s panties over my mouth? I ask myself.

Regardless