Page 62 of The Things That Hold Us

We just look at each other for a minute, neither of us needing to speak. After a moment, he clears his throat, and checks his watch.

“I should probably get going, let you get some rest.”

I blink away any feelings I had surfacing up, shoving them back into their hole.

“Yeah, you should go get some sleep too. You did a lot today.”

I stand, and walk him to the door. Opening it, I turn to look at him, “Thank you, for today.”

Logan leans against the door, “You keep saying that.” he replies, a smile on his face.

“Because I mean it.”

His eyes drop to my lips, and I can't help but wonder what they would feel like against mine.

I look away, telling myself not to act on anything, that it's just a moment of weakness.

But is that really the reason? Or is it because of Sam?

Logan pushes off of the wall, pulls my hand to his lips, and leaves a gentle kiss.

“Goodnight, Charlie.” he says, putting distance between us.

After he’s gone, I lock my door, lean against it, and slide to the floor.

“Sam..what do I do.” I whisper to myself, wishing he were here. If he were, this wouldn't be an issue.

I wake up on my couch, a blanket over me, and Pudding curled up at my feet.

“Morning bud.” I say to him, watching his tail wag as he sees that I’m awake.

Sitting up, I stretch, and so does he.

We both make our way to the kitchen, and I pour him some water and food in his bowl, and grab a bar out of my fridge. I’ll have to go get coffee in a minute.

We walk over to my window that overlooks the town, and I open them up, letting in the early fall air.

As I’m taking a deep breath, there's a knock on my door.

Pudding barks once, letting me know someone is here, and I just shake my head at him.

“I have ears too, you know.”

He does a quiet bark at me, and trots over to the door.

I peek through the hole, and see Cassie standing there, two coffees in hand.

Opening it, she greets me with a soft smile.

“I thought you could use this.”

I smile back at her, “You're an angel, Cass.”

“I know.” she says proudly.

I take a sip, savoring the warm sensation of it.

“This is perfect. Just what I needed.”

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