Page 133 of That Last Secret

Resting my hands on the edge of the sink, I take a few deep breaths while I decide how to go about this.

A few options are laid out in front of me.

Walk out there and just announce I’ve been seeing Logan. I can tell the whole room I love him and I want a relationship with him. But it would be weird telling an entire room when I haven’t said those words to him.

Scratch that.

I could also walk out there, drag Logan down the hall, and ask him what’s happening between us. What has his head so wrapped up tonight?Then,ask him if he’s ready to tell everyone.

No, that doesn’t work either.

I don’t want to pressure him.

“Ugh,” I groan, at the same time a knock sounds on the door.

“Be out in a minute,” I shout.

“It’s me.”

Logan.

I rush to unlock the door, swinging it open and finding the same uneasy, lopsided grin on his face.

He steps into the bathroom without an invitation, and I close the door behind us.

“Hey.” I can barely get the word out.

“You didn’t tell them,” he says, without missing a beat and getting straight to the point.

“I—uh—I wasn’t sure how you felt about it.”

Logan pauses, staring at me, his eyes glossy and boring into mine.

The uneasiness creeps right back in full force.

“I want to. I do. But…” Logan starts.

My lips part to say something, but I clasp them shut.

“We can’t tell them tonight. Not yet. We need a few more days,” he continues.

I nod reluctantly because his tone is laced with hesitation.

Does he not want this anymore?

“Today is your special day, Emiline. It’s your graduation. Everything Thomas said earlier today is the truth. We’re so proud of you. I don’t want telling them to ruin this for you. They’re going to lose their minds. You and I both know that.”

He’s right.

I didn’t even think about how this would ruin the best day for me.

“I thought you were mad at me,” I admit.

He barks out a laugh. “I’m mad at the situation, Em. I’m fucking aggravated I can’t hold you out in the open, kiss you the way I want, intertwine your fingers with mine while he told that speech. I wanted to scream.”

He pauses, looking for a reaction from me, but I don’t have one.

I read the entire situation wrong. As someone who’s always afraid someone is mad at me, I just couldn’t help it.

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