Page 77 of The Things That Hold Us

We stand there for a minute, staring at each other.

That kiss was incredible. But it was someone else. And I loved every second of it.

How is that possible?

Chapter Fifteen

one bed

We get back to the motel room, and at this point I’m ready to just fall asleep and forget how much I just embarrassed myself.

Logan pulls out the key card, swiping it in the door. After a click, the door opens.

He holds it open for me, and I flip a switch, turning the lights in the room on.

I freeze as I look around the room.

“Uh, Logan?”

“Yeah?”

“There's only one bed.”

“What?” He walks in behind me, and when he sees what I see, he runs a hand through his hair, clearly irritated.

“They told me the room had two beds, I’ll go talk to them.”

As he turns to leave, I grab his arm, stopping him.

“Didn't they tell you this was their last room? It’s fine.”

He hesitates, and I can tell he’s irritated by this.“Charlie..” he starts, and I can tell whatever he’s about to say is eating at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“If we're going to sleep in the same bed, there's something you should know.”

I wait, while he tries to figure out his thoughts and how to word whatever it is.

“I sometimes have nightmares. Vivid..nightmares.” he says at last.

I pause, caught off guard.

“Oh. Um..” I start to say, but I’m really not sure how to respond to that.

“They are more like flashbacks, really.” he adds.

Oh

“Ok. Um. Is there anything I need to know? Anything I can do to help you when they happen?”

His eyes meet mine, and there's worry in them.

“Just bring me back to reality.” he says, and my heart cracks a little.

“I can do that.” I tell him, and he smiles softly at me.

“Wait, our bags are still in your truck.” I stop him as he goes to shut the door.

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