Pausing, I glance over my shoulder to find him peeking out the doorway of his own room. His face glows in the dim light coming from inside—likely from his computer—and it’s enough for me to catch the hint of wariness in his expression as he steps out into the hall.
“Hey, Little Reed.”
Logan glances over toward Bailey’s room, then back to me before asking, “You got a second?”
Nodding, I open my door wider, allowing him to enter before following him inside. I track him as I let the door fall closed behind us, noting the way his gaze seems to skate around my bedroom, taking in the trophies displayed on my dresser, the textbooks stacked precariously on my desk, and the few articles of clothing tossed at my hamper in the corner that didn’t quite make it inside.
It’s only then I realize, apart from the whole dancing incident earlier this year, I don’t think Logan has ever been in here. I mean, why would he be in my room considering he doesn’t particularly like me?
He likes me enough to kiss me, apparently.
The errant thought snags in my mind, and I wonder if that’s what he wants to talk to me about. Odds are that’s the case, and for some reason, it leaves me a little unsettled.
Him telling Lexi and Willow we’re seeing each otherdoesn’t make sense, no matter how I try to slice it. Yeah, they could’ve been teasing him about being single or something, but those are his best friends; he has no reason to lie about dating someone just to get them off his back. The only other reason I can really think of why he’d do that is…maybe he does like me more than I originally thought, and he’s trying to trick me into dating him.
That doesn’t seem right either, though. He didn’t so much as bat an eye when he saw my dick a couple months ago, and quitehonestly, I didn’t even know he swung both ways until tonight.
Unless it wasmydick that made him decide he did?
Fuck, trying to figure this out is giving me a headache.
I drop my bag on the desk chair and lean back against the wooden top, not really sure what to do with myself. The air feels…weird. Full of tension and uncertainty. Or maybe that’s just my own nerves talking.
There’s a beat or two of silence, enough to hear a pin drop, before I finally have to break it.
“So, uh…what’s up?”
Logan’s light brown gaze leaves the Leighton Hockey flag hanging on my wall—the one from winning the Frozen Four two years ago—shifting to me instantly. His face gives nothing away as he gingerly sits down on the end of my bed, and that in itself causes even more nerves to bubble inside me. Not that I’m ever able to get a read on the guy; he’s pretty much the human version of Fort Knox when it comes to his emotions.
“Mostly, I wanted to apologize for earlier. I’m sure it took you by surprise.”
“Uh, a little,” I admit as my brows draw together. “And not that it was a bad kiss or anything, but, um…where the hell did that come from?”
It’s not exactly the question I really want an answer to, but asking himwhy the hell did you tell your friends we’re dating?feels a bit too judgmental at the start of this conversation.
“Well, I changed my mind and decided to help you. With the whole situation you told me about this morning.”
What?
“You kissed me…to help me?” I ask, testing the theory aloud, though it doesn’t make any more sense when I do. “I know you think I’m an idiot, but I have no idea how that improves my grades.”
“That’s because it doesn’t,” he replies blandly, rolling hiseyes. “Look, you’re kind of a train wreck right now between your classes and the video thing. So I can help you with your classwork, yeah. And as for your reputation…in my mind, it made sense that maybe we should just pretend to date.”
My brows shoot up. “You and me, pretend to date?”
Sure, it sort of explains why he told his friends that—though he could’ve at least let me in on the plan first. But if their initial reaction is anything to go off of, no one is gonna believe it.
As if reading my thoughts, he continues, “I know it may seem like a bit of a hard sell, but—”
“Uh, yeah. A little bit, considering you hate me,” I cut in, stating what I thought was obvious to us both.
Apparently not, from the way he sighs.
“Hate is a strong word.”
“But an accurate one, if this morning is anything to go off.”
His attention drops to the floor, his teeth sinking into his lower lip. “Yeah, about that. It’s actually part of the reason I changed my mind.” Lifting his gaze to meet mine again, he continues, “I feel bad about what I said. It’s no excuse, but I was having a shit morning, and you got the brunt of my frustrations. So, I’d like to do this and hopefully make it up to you.”
