Page 78 of The Things That Hold Us

“Shit. Ok. I’ll go grab my truck and drive it over here.”

“Ok. I’ll be here.” I tell him.

After he’s gone, I pull out my phone, and debate calling Cassie. Or my mom. I don’t know.

On one hand, I want to tell someone what happened. But on the other, I don’t want them to know anything just yet. Especially if this ends up being nothing, and that kiss was just a one time thing.

But, God, that kiss. I have never in my life been kissed like that.

With so much passion, and heat and need.

Every inch of my body responded to that kiss.

I put two fingers to my lips, feeling them. They still feel swollen and raw from Logan's lips on mine.

We kissed.

What does that mean? Obviously we crossed the friendship line, but what does he want? Does he want a relationship? Or was he just caught up in the moment?

I’m getting ahead of myself. I need to just stop, and focus on now.

I hear the door lock click, and watch Logan come in with our bags.

I’m glad I’m an overthinker. Or I wouldn't have any of this right now.

“Here you go.” he says, handing me my bag.

“Thank you.”

“You can go freshen up and get ready first.” he points to the bathroom, and I nod.

I hate that I can feel a change between us now, because now that’s all I’ll be able to think about for the rest of the night.

Closing the door behind me, I lean against it, taking deep breaths for a minute.

How can I feel like this about someone I haven't known for that long? It’s like he was a missing piece I didn't know I needed. But what if it's not the same for him?

Turning to the sink, I pull my hair up into a bun, and wash my face and neck with cold water, then brush my teeth. I didn't pack a change of clothes, because I didn't plan on having to sleep anywhere, so I just leave what I have on.

Walking out, Logan looks at me, then says, “You didn't pack any clothes, did you.”

I shake my head and shrug. “I didn't exactly plan on having a sleepover. This is fine.” I look down at my clothes.

“Here.” he says and he digs through his bag. “I packed an extra shirt, just in case, you can sleep in it tonight.”

“Oh, but don’t you need it?” I ask him.

“No, I’m alright in this.”

“If you're sure. Thank you.”

He nods, then sets his things on the table and sits down.

Back in the bathroom, I remove my shirt and pants, then pull his t-shirt over my head. There's a college name on it from somewhere I don't know, and it smells like him. I pull the collar up to my face, relishing in the feeling ofhim.

The shirt is so large it hangs right above my knees, covering me like a dress. I walk out, and see him taking his shoes and socks off, getting ready to lay in bed.

As his eyes meet mine, he freezes. I watch him swallow as his eyes trail down my body.

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