CHAPTER 20
BREE
I wake up with the sun shining through the drapes. I stretch, and then all of a sudden, last night comes to mind, and I shoot up in bed. The room is empty, and I barely hold back the scream for Logan.
My heart is racing.
I break out in a sweat and have to talk myself down.I’m okay. I’m in Logan’s house, and he’s here somewhere.
I get up and grab the T-shirt I wore to bed last night. I pull it over my head and down my body and then walk into the bathroom. The room is filled with steam, and it brings me some comfort to smell Logan’s signature scent.
I look at myself in the mirror, wincing when I see my swollen eye and lip. I smile and make differentmovements. At least it doesn’t feel as bad as it looks, I guess.
I freshen up quickly and then walk through the house, finding Logan standing in the kitchen at the stove with his back to me. I just stand here, staring at his bare back, watching his muscles pull as he cooks.
“Morning,” he says before turning around.
He frowns when he sees my bruises. He walks over to me and gently cups my face in his hands. “I love you.”
I put my hands to his bare chest. “I love you too, Logan. But we should talk.”
He frowns at that. “Fine, but you have to eat first.”
He plates the food and carries it over to the table. I follow behind him, not wanting to tell him that I’m not hungry.
I sit down in front of the plate of eggs, bacon, and toast. It looks good, and I put some eggs on my fork and take a bite since Logan’s staring at me expectantly. He nods approvingly, then walks back over to the stove to prepare his plate.
I take a few more bites, and he brings over cups of orange juice and finally sits down with me.
We eat in silence for a few minutes, and when I don’t think I can eat another bite, I set my fork down. “Logan…”
He follows my lead and sets his fork down. “Yeah?”
I clench my hands together on the table. “I think we should talk about… everything.”
He tilts his head to the side. “Everything? What does that mean?”
I take a deep breath. “I mean I feel like everything is happening so fast, and we need to slow down.”
He tenses and sits up a little taller. He clears his throat, and his voice is almost strangled. “What does that mean… slow down?”
I throw my hands up. “I mean before yesterday we were fuck buddies and you hated me, and last night you’re saying that we’re going to be together.”
He sucks in a breath and stares at me intensely. “Do you love me?”
I shake my head. “That’s not the point.”
He reaches for my hands and holds both them in his. “Do. You. Love. Me?”
I roll my eyes. “You know I do.”
“Then if you want to slow down because you need time, that’s fine. I’ll wait for as long as you want me to. But all the waiting will be with me by your side.”
I pull my hands from his and put my palms flat on the table. I need to explain this, and I can’t do it with him touching me. “Lo, I want you to be with me because you love me, not because you feel guilty or?—”
“Feel guilty!” he exclaims. He shoots to his feet. “Stay right here.”
I watch him walk out of the room, and I push my plate farther away. I fidget in my seat, wondering what he’s doing and secretly praying that he doesn’t let me push him away.
