Page 40 of 14 Night Tryst

Breathless we lay together, faces flushed, flesh damp with sweat, savoring in our post orgasmic bliss while our bodies calm. Logan peppers kisses along my jaw, down the side of my neck and I mewl, raking my fingers up and down his back. “Stay with me tonight,” he whispers in my ear, and I smile tiredly.

“Who said I was leaving?” Logan chuckles, the corner of his eyes crinkling he presses his lips to mine. Our kiss is rudely interrupted when the doorbell chimes somewhere in the house. Logan frowns and draws back, looking down at me.

“Are you expecting someone?” I ask and he shakes his head, lifting himself off me he reaches over to the bedside table and picks up his phone. Whatever it is he sees has his eyes almost bulging out of his head.

“Shit.”

Alarmed, I sit up and wrap the bed sheet around my naked body. “What is it?” I ask fretfully and when Logan turns to look at me with eyes full of dread. The blissful bubble we were in moments ago sinks into the deep dark hole in my gut.

“Trent’s here.”

“What?” I scramble out of bed in a panic and look around for my clothes, completely forgetting that I didn’t wear any. Holy shit, does he know I’m here? Well, if he didn’t, he’s about to, my fucking car is parked right outside. “What is he doing here?” I ask, wrapping the bed sheet around myself and pacing back and forth. “Shall I hide, what shall I do?”

Logan pulls his jeans back on and buttons them up. “Fuck, I don’t know. Just stay here and don’t make a sound.” I watch him walk out of the bedroom and close the door behind him. My heart is pounding so hard against my ribcage I feel like I’m about to pass out. I’m not concerned for myself. Trent and I are done. It’s Logan I’m worried about. If Trent finds out about us, especially like this, he will never forgive his father.

I can hear the front door open and distant chatter coming from downstairs so I give into my curiosity and tiptoe over to the door and open it a creak so I can listen.

“Hi Son, what are you doing here?” Logan asks, and then I hear footsteps and the front door closing.

“I had a fight with Mom, and she kicked me out,” Trent replies. I frown, straining my ears to pick up on what’s being said. Wait, is he drunk? He definitely sounds drunk. “Can I crash here for a while?”

Okay, panic over, he doesn’t know about us… yet.

“Jesus Trent, tell me you didn’t drive over here in this state?” Logan questions, his tone stern but not angry, more disappointed.

“Nah, I got a friend to drop me off,” he replies jadedly. “So, can I crash here or not?”

I hear Logan sigh and I can picture him pinching the bridge of his nose in that manner he does when he’s feeling frustrated. “Of course you can stay here, this is your home, too.” My chest goes tight, and guilt burns my lungs. “I’ll call your mother and tell her you’re here.”

“I doubt she’ll care,” Trent snorts. “She’s likely occupied with her new boy toy.” The sound of a bottle opening followed by that distinct fizz travels upstairs. “Whose car is that out front, anyway? Have I rudely imposed upon your evening, too?”

I roll my eyes in exasperation. If you were more of an attentive boyfriend, you would know that’s my car you dipshit. Though a part of me is relieved he doesn’t recognize my car or he’s currently too inebriated to piece it together. “No Son, you haven’t imposed. How about you stop drinking, head up to your room and get your head down. Sleep off some of that alcohol you’ve consumed, and we’ll talk in the morning?”

I can’t make out the rest of what is being said and when I hear the sound of footsteps approaching, I close the door quietly and press myself against the wall beside the door just in case he drunkenly stumbles into the wrong room.

The heavy thud of his footsteps as he nears causes my heart to beat that little bit harder. My breath hitches in my throat until he passes by the bedroom door, and I hear another door open and close down the hallway and I release a breath of relief.

I need to get out of here.

While I’m planning my hasty exit, the door to the bedroom opens and Logan walks in. He stops and scans the room, a bewildered look on his face, likely wondering where the hell I’ve gone. It’s not until he closes the door and notices me standing with my back against the wall, clutching the bed sheet tightly to my chest. “We good?” I ask quietly.

Logan nods and heaves a sigh as he walks over to stand in front of me and scratches his bearded jaw. “Luckily yes, he’s too wasted and pissed off with his mother to care who I’ve got in my bed.”

Pressing my lips together I nod and lower my gaze to stare at my bare feet. “That’s a relief.”

“The amount of alcohol he’s consumed he should be out cold in a bit, and we’ll get you out of here.” I nod again and push myself off the wall and brush past him to walk over to the bed. “Hey,” Logan catches my arm as I pass by, and he pulls me back to him. I sigh when he wraps his arms around me and presses his soft lips to my forehead. “I was really looking forward to waking up to you in the morning,” he murmurs, pulling back to gaze into my eyes, when I peer up at him. After tonight, we have one last night together before we walk away for good. I can’t even tell if he’s still keen on going through with it at all, if the tormented look on his face is anything to go by, I’m going to guess no.

“So was I,” I tell him, making no effort to mask the disappointment laced in my tone and likely written all over my face. Logan’s lips trail kisses along my jaw and just as his lips are about to touch mine a knock sounds at the door and we jump apart.

“Dad?”

Shit.

Fucking hell, Trent.

We look at each other panicked for a moment, neither of us sure of what to do. Logan presses his finger to his nose, telling me to be quiet as he walks me back until I’m pressed up against the wall behind the door again. I watch him and he watches me as he reaches for the door handle and pulls it open. “What’s up, kid?”

“I just wanted to say thanks for letting me crash here. I know I’ve been siding with mom about a lot of things over the years, and naturally because of that I’ve spent the better part of my life resenting and blaming you, which then caused this…” Trent trails off and sighs. “Rift between us to escalate.” Logan’s eyes narrow as he listens intently to his son. I can see the ticking in his jaw. “I’ve been going to therapy like you suggested and she’s really helped me see a lot of things clearer and I just really wanted to apologize to you for being a shitty son and dismissing your efforts to try and reconnect with me. I know that you weren’t solely to blame for the breakdown of your marriage with mom.”

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