Page 103 of That Last Secret

“My brain just went a little crazy.”

“School?” he asks.

I shake my head. “You with Mackenzie. What if she tells her mom? Or Oliver? Or she mentions it at James’ birthday party tomorrow? Not a soul knows we hang out.”

Understanding crosses his features, but he doesn’t look concerned. “Then we’ll deal with it,” he simply says.

“Just like that?” I bark out a laugh.

He smiles. “Just like that.”

He takes both of my hands that were resting on my thighs in his. Then he lightly squeezes my hand three times. I never understood why he does it, but for me it’s his silent way of reassuring me that everything will be ok.

“I’m not going anywhere, you know that, right?”

I don’t move and don’t respond because how can I know that? Things could get ugly fast if this gets out before either of us are ready.

“I’m in it,” he says, releasing the hold on one of my hands to take my chin between his fingers. “I’m in itwith you.”

I nod again, and he leans in to kiss me.

“Now…” He stands, extending his hand for me to take it. “Let’s eat dinner and finish this movie.”

I take his hand in mine and everything feels right.

No matter how this turns out… it just feels right.

“And one more thing.” He stops before opening the door. “Don’t try to object, but I’m staying the night. No funny business.” He winks. “But after all of this, I just want to make sure you’re okay before we go to the party tomorrow.”

I smile and nod. A feeling of comfort washes over me, knowing he’s going to be here.

“Now let’s eat. I’m starving,” he says before guiding me to the kitchen.

Logan stayed true to his word. There was no funny business.

He slept on the couch, which made me irrationally angry at first because there was nothing more I would have loved than to fall asleep in his arms.

But I didn’t want to sound needy.

Instead, I laid in my bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking over everything and anything that has involved Logan in the last year. It’s wild to believe it’s been a year since he spilled coffee down my shirt, and I swore he hated me.

It’s been a year of juggling school and overcoming everything I thought I couldn’t, and that thought alone had me smiling to myself in the dark.

Not only has so much changed in my life, but I’ve changed too.

Lately, on days when I feel my anxiety setting in, I remind myself that I’ve overcome so much.

I remind myself that Logan is there.

That he’s asked—no, demanded—to be there with me through it all.

When I came to that realization last night, I wanted to jump out of bed and tell him how much he really means to me. How I don’t want to wait until I graduate. How we can figure this out together, just the two of us.

Because I want that.

I want a future with him, regardless of any consequences it might bring.

I hear dishes clink together in the kitchen, pulling me from my thoughts. I quickly get dressed, brush my teeth and make myway in there, only to find Logan standing over the coffee maker making two cups.

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