I shook my head. “No, he left.”
“What happened to your neck?” Finally, Logan’s voice. It was like velvet in my ears—but I was suddenly nervous about what he could see.
I reached my hand up to cover my neck, hoping it wasn’t obvious. “I’m not sure, I think I scratched it.”
Logan lost control of his expression, looking positively dangerous as his eyes burned on the hand that covered my neck. I knew for sure that he didn’t believe me, and that he knew Paul had caused the mark. He probably thought that it was a mark of passion, something that I’d wanted.
Little did he know, the only mouth I wanted on my body was his.
The redheaded girl next to him looked at his face, and I could see her confusion in his expression. Adam, however, remained ignorantly unaware. “Do you want to get in on the game? We’re playing spades.”
I looked down at the table, avoiding Logan’s furious gaze. “No thanks, I think I’m just gonna go to bed.”
Adam shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
I shot Logan a final look, noting the fragile restraint he had over his anger as he tried to collect himself. It did something to me, seeing him so upset. It was proof that he still thought of me, that he still might yearn for me the way I yearned for him. I wished so badly that it was him kissing me tonight.
He looked back down at his cards, no doubt working hard to disentangle himself from the memories of us just as I was, when I turned to walk back up the stairs.
ChapterSixteen
I spentthe whole next day in a bubble of excitement and anticipation for my date with Logan. He texted me around noon to let me know that he would pick me up at six, and I was constantly looking at the time on my phone to count down the minutes until he got here. An undercurrent of mild anxiety was also simmering inside of me, but I tried not to focus too much on the fears that I knew were the root of it.
Like, how maybe he’d want to keep this as a friends-with-benefits type situation. Casual sex. Simple with no strings. I honestly wasn’t sure if I could be okay with something like that—my feelings for Logan were anything but casual.
Adam had stayed up the entire night before like he said he would, binge-watchingGame of Thrones. He’d been asleep all morning but I knew he would likely be getting up soon to get ready for work. Once he left for the hospital, I would have about an hour and a half to get ready until Logan got here.
I made a mental checklist of things to do, like shave my legs and put on a face mask before I put on any makeup—my skin had been so dry lately. I also already picked out an outfit and had it laid out on my bed in my room. Until I could start getting ready, though, I sat on the couch and watched trashy reality television in hopes that time would move by faster.
Eventually, Adam rose from his daytime slumber. He came out of his room in his boxers and began looking for something to eat in the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets before he veered toward the fridge. He silently pumped his fist in the air when he found all of the Thanksgiving leftovers in there, and I sat there giggling as I watched him.
Spinning around to face my direction, he lifted his chin towards me and spoke, “I’m going to heat this up. You want some?”
I shook my head. “No thanks.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m not that hungry yet. I’ll eat later. Thank you, though!”
Adam shrugged before popping a container of food into the microwave. After making himself a plate, he stood at the kitchen counter and ate over the sink. “What are you up to tonight?”
Shit. I was hoping he wouldn’t ask me that—I really didn’t want to have to lie to him. “I’m not sure,” I replied casually. It was technically true. I didn’t know where Logan was taking me or what we’d be doing tonight.
“Well, don’t be too much of a hermit. I’m sure Rachel would love to hang out with you.” He threw it out as casually as he could. “You know, if you need a girls’ night or something.”
I couldn’t help but smile at him. “Thanks, Adam. I really like her.”
Adam’s face morphed into something like wonder. “I know, isn’t she amazing?”
“She really is. I’ll reach out to her and set something up soon. Text me her number?”
“Sure.” He seemed satisfied with this. “By the way, have you heard from Noah?”
Whoa.Hearing Noah’s name was like a shock to the system. I shook my head and said, “Not a peep.” I wasn’t surprised that I hadn’t heard anything from him. After the way I left, he was probably too angry with me to ever reach out without a really good reason. As ifIwere the one who’d done something wrong.
I honestly hadn’t even thought much about Noah since we left for Breckenridge on Wednesday. My mind had been completely consumed with Logan.
Funny how quickly things could change. It was another really obvious sign that I was settling with Noah, because I clearly hadn’t been very invested.
