Page 79 of The Things That Hold Us

“You..you look..um..” he stutters.

“Logan?”

“Sorry,” he clears his throat, “you look comfy.”

I smile and look down at his shirt. “I am. Thank you for the shirt.”

“You're welcome.”

I walk over to the right side of the bed, and pull the covers down.

For a motel, the sheets and blankets are surprisingly soft.

I climb in, turning on my side. I fluff the pillow up under my head, then reach up and turn the light off on my side.

The room is quiet, but I can hear Logan stand, and walk to the bathroom. He’s only in there for a moment, then I hear his bare feet walking towards the bed.

Nerves, or butterflies, I’m not quite sure which one, start to flutter in my chest.

The bed dips down as he climbs in, and I feel the warmth of his body behind me.

“Good night, Charlie.” he whispers, and I can feel his breath on my neck.

“Good night, Logan.” I whisper back.

It takes everything in me not to move my body into him.

Let him wrap his arms around me, and hold me all night.

I know he wouldn't stop me if I did. But I need to figure out what I want before I try anything else with him. Before I act on anything.

It takes a while, but I slowly drift off to sleep.

I’m woken up by Logan jumping up out of bed, yelling.

I panic, and sit up, looking at him. I can barely see him, but he’s breathing heavily, and drenched in sweat.

“Logan? “ I whisper cautiously.

He turns to look at me, and his eyes aren't the gentle deep brown eyes I’ve become so fond of. They are wide, and scared. He was having a nightmare.

I crawl across the bed, then stand in front of him.

Bring me back to reality.

Gently, I put my hands on either side of his face, and make him look at me.

“Logan. Hey, it’s Charlie.”

He blinks once, twice, the fog slowly clearing.

“Come back to me.”

His breathing slows as his eyes meet mine.

“Charlie.”

“I’m here, Logan. It’s ok.”

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