I honestly didn’t think I was strong enough to do it.
Chapter33
Logan
Megan letme into her room. I’d expected to get turned away at the front desk, but she’d said I was allowed to get on the elevators. I took that as a good sign.
Luckily, none of her suitemates were there. This was about Megan and me. She and I could deal with Chloe and the fallout from her post another time.
But when I followed her into her and Emily’s room and shut the door behind us, I could tell by her body language that this was not going to go my way.
“Was the reason you ended things this morning because of seeing Ches on that video and thinking I’d slept with her?” I asked. I needed that out of the way from the start. Because if it was something more, something else—
“Yes,” she said.
I felt relief surge through me. Okay, we could get past—
“But the reasons I gave you were true.Arestill true.”
Fuck.
“Logan, it’s just too much right now.”
I could have taken solace in the “right now” part, but I didn’t. And then I looked at her. Really looked at her. She was wearing her mom’s shirt. The one she didn’t want to risk getting pizza stains on. And now it was wrinkled and looked like she’d used it to wipe tears away. Her eyes, bloodshot, confirmed that was the likely scenario.
She was defeated. I had done that to her.
We had done that to each other.
“But it was the video that made you end it. Today.”
She nodded.
I was pissed that she had thrown us away so easily. Hadn’t fought for us. Hadn’t kicked my ass if she’d thought I’d slept with someone else. I was here. I was fighting for us.
“Then you should have asked me about it. Been furious with me. Called me out. You don’t just accept that I cheated on you and quietly break up with me.”
“But I didn’t think you cheated on me. Not really, not completely, I don’t think.”
“Wait. So what did you think if you thought Ches was coming from my room?”
“I thought that I’d misread the situation between us. That we were just something light and passing to you, and not a committed relationship. That, in theory, I had no right to get upset. Even though…”
“Even though you had to be livid. I would have freaked the fuck out if I thought you’d slept with someone else,” I said, my voice growing louder, but Megan didn’t back down from it. There was a tiny spark there that I hoped might catch fire. Give her some fight. So I pushed.
“As I said, we hadn’t had any talk defining us. You were free to—”
“Oh, that’s bullshit and you know it. We’re committed. We didn’t need to say the words. The feelings were there. And you know that, too. And just for the record, I would have said the words much, much sooner, but you were the one who put up roadblocks in the beginning. I was just trying to carefully drive around them.”
“I knew the feelings were there on my end. But…”
“What? You thought I was like that with every girl? That the sex you and I have is even remotely close to what I have with other girls?” She flinched at that. “Hadwith other girls,” I clarified. “Jesus, Megan, I don’t know what’s worse. That you knew how we felt about each other and thought I’d sleep with Ches anyway, or that you didn’t even realize that I’m in love with you.”
Her head moved back, as if she were deflecting a blow. I knew I’d landed a direct hit.
“Yes. I love you. Present tense. For all the good that does me. I can’t believe you’d think I’d sleep with Ches. Ches, of all people.”
She held her phone up, as if it was still playing that fucking video of Chloe’s. “What was I supposed to think?”
