Page 103 of The Things That Hold Us

Chapter Twenty Two

tangled in each other

I wake up to the sound of birds chirping, and the early morning sun shining down on me.

It takes me a minute to come to and realize where I’m at, until I feel Logan pressed against my back. His head buried in the crook of my neck, sleeping soundly.

I lay there for a minute, not wanting to wake him, but I have so much to do today.

He starts to stir, and I roll over so I’m facing him. I giggle to myself as I look at him.

His hair is a complete mess.

His eyes peek open, and he smiles when he sees me.

“Good morning you.” he says with a deep sleepy voice.

“Good morning you.” I repeat his words back to him.

Logan plants a kiss on my nose, then pulls me closer to him, squeezing me.

“I have no clue what time it is.” I tell him.

“You don't need to know. Just shh.”

I giggle into him, “But I do. I’m supposed to go sign for the shop later today, and I think after last night I could really use a shower.”

We're both still naked, and truthfully, I don't remember where our clothes went. And I need to pee.

He groans, “Fine. But first..”

Logan pulls me into him, planting himself between my legs, and we're back to being a tangled moaning mess.

And it suddenly occurs to me that I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this.

Logan drives me back to my apartment, and offers to drive me to meet Kelly.

She’s meeting us at the store in 3 hours, which gives us time to get cleaned up, eat breakfast, and get on the road.

I want to get there before she does, so I can look at the place by myself again.

“You go shower, I’ll cook some breakfast.” Logan says as we walk through the doorway.

“Ok, thank you.” I say, as I make my way to my room.

I live in a one bedroom apartment, so the main bathroom is attached to my room.

Grabbing fresh clothes and a towel, I walk into the bathroom, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

My hair is a knotted mess on top of my head, my cheeks are flushed, and I can't stop smiling.

But then the thoughts creep into my head.

What does this mean?

What now?

How would Sam feel right now?

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