“Oh? He gets around?”
“No, not like that. He’s a ballplayer. He doesn’t know where he’ll end up. Just goes with different teams from city to city. Like that rambling man song.”
Avery sighs. “You always do this.”
“Do what?”
“You worry. So what if he’s not end game? Just play the game day by day.”
“I try. My heart gets mixed up though.”
“You like to be in control, Cass. I get it. But sometimes you have to throw caution to the wind. And just throw your chips down. Have a little fun.”
That night, I’m in bed by the time I hear the door swing open.
I won’t say I’m consciously avoiding being up when Logan comes home, but I definitely don’t want to see him.
His footsteps echo on the stairs a minute later. They slow until they stop outside my door. My heart kicks. I don’t move. Don’t breathe. Like somehow he’ll hear it through the wall.
A beat passes, and then…his steps continue down the hall.
A few minutes later, my phone lights up on the nightstand.
Logan:Hey. You up?
I stare at it for a second.
Cassie:No.
Logan:Lol liar.
My lips twitch.
Cassie:Go to sleep.
Logan:I can’t. I’m not tired, unfortunately.
Cassie:Sounds like a you problem.
Logan:It is. You’re in the next room.
My stomach does the flipping thing again.
Cassie:We said separate rooms.
A few seconds pass.
Logan:Yeah. We did.
There’s another pause.
Logan:But I can’t stop thinking about earlier.
I exhale slowly.
Cassie:Don’t do this.
Logan:It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?
