Chapter Twenty-Eight
Mia
Surprisingly, I wasn’t nervous as I opened up my laptop and waited for it to boot up, so I could read my letter of pain and redemption to Logan. He wouldn’t judge me for anything that came out of my mouth. He would be there as a shoulder to cry on if I needed it to push through the raw emotions sitting on my lap.
What I’d said in the car with him was true. I was ready to end it. Sever the ties that bound me to my pain and Wallace. He was no longer a villain in my story. The villain was the pain inside me, and it needed to be put to rest once and for all.
Then, I’d finally be free to move on and to be who I wanted to be.
“We can still wait if you want.” Logan’s comforting words only made me want to say everything more.
I shook my head and pulled up the letter on the screen.
“Okay, here we go,” I announced to myself, to Logan, and to the world around me.
I was ready.
“Dear Wallace…”
I read aloud my pain and my story. No tears were needed this time, as I felt every word but knew that this was the end. The true end of those feelings having a hold over me. Logan listened, completely silent and still, like a statue I’d happened upon and decided to tell my tale to.
Knowing he was there, hearing every drop of anguish in my words, I felt more powerful with every breath I used to speak. Not everyone was strong enough to share their pain, let alone face it themselves. Here I was, not only facing my demon head on, but also doing it in front of another human.
“Good-bye, Wallace, and I hope you find peace.”
I didn’t feel the need to burn these words and send them off into the air. I simply closed the window, dragged the document into the trash can, and emptied it. That was all I needed. I’d spoken my peace and now, and as if I cleaved some part of me off with uttering good-bye, those emotions that were attached to all those painful memories were gone. Wiped clean from existence, and I was free.
My gaze lifted up to settle on Logan, curious as to what he’d say. I felt proud of myself, and I hoped he was, too. That he could see the changes in me like I could.
His eyes were on me, his body still rigid, and his lips were parted, but nothing came out.Was he okay?
“Logan?” I set the laptop on my coffee table and sat up straight.
His normal smile was gone, and his eyes held emotions I didn’t know how to interpret. But this behavior—to be so still and quiet—was out of character for him.
Saying his name seemed to break the spell that had been cast on him. He was up and stalking the three feet to me. My back hit the seat fast from his advance, as I did not know what else to do. His upper body leaned down, and in an instant, our lips were connected.
Oh God. There was no sweetness to his lips as they moved against mine. This was something else. Something I’d never experienced before. He was driven to taste me, to ruin my thoughts and control so thoroughly that I would be thinking of nothing else beyond him.
My breaths were long and shuddered with every intake, his taste blending with mine with every sweep of our tongues.
This explosion of passion was overwhelming. My head was still trying to figure out what was happening.
I tried to tear my lips from his to speak, but he nipped my bottom lip, and his name came out as a moan instead of a plea, “Logan.”
What the hell I was pleading for was beginning to be lost on me.
“Get out of your head, Mia, and be with me in this moment. Only focus on right now.”
His lips left mine and continued pressing hot kisses against my neck. His tongue flicked that sweet spot beneath my ear. Shivers broke out across my skin, my chest heaving, and my hands went to his hips, gripping his jeans for support.
“Do you want this?” he whispered softly against my ear.
The tickling sensation made my nipples pucker, and my fingers harshly squeezed his hips.
I nodded. If this moment was all we had, then damn the future to hell because I was going to live for right now with him.
“Say it.”
