Page 41 of 14 Night Tryst

“Trent—” Logan tries to interject but Trent cuts him off.

“No, Dad please, I need to get this off my chest.” Trent sighs. “My reluctance to face my fear of abandonment has caused me to hurt someone I deeply care about. And at mom’s party after I found out she’s seeing someone else and has moved on I can’t stop thinking about her. Sav was the only one keeping me sane through all of it and I lost her Dad, and I don’t know how to get her to forgive me for being such an asshole.”

The back of my eyelids sting with unshed tears when I see Logan’s hand gripping the door tighter and a haunted look descends upon on his face while he stares at his son confessing his love for the girl he’s just spent the last couple of hours making love to and who is currently hiding naked in his bedroom while his cum leaks down her thighs.

Oh, Trent, please don’t…

“I know it’s too late and I’ve hurt her more than I can ever make up for, but I love her Dad, and I want her back. Mom said the company she works for is coordinating your annual gala dinner tomorrow night, so she’ll be here?”

Logan’s shoulder sags and his eyes veer over to me for a second. The surly look in the depths of his grey eyes sends a shooting pain across my chest. I shake my head slowly and he looks away. I can already tell he’s giving up the fight for us and the knot in my throat grows and grows to a point it starts to suffocate me.

Logan nods, his eyes unable to hold his son’s gaze for longer than a second at a time. “Yes, I believe so, she should be here.” I hear Trent heave a sigh and he shuffles from foot to foot. “It’s late Son, we can talk about this tomorrow. If you want a chance a of winning your girl back, then you better get your head down so you’re not looking like a dog’s rear end for her.”

“Okay, yeah,” Trent chuckles drunkenly. “Thanks Dad, g’nite.”

“Night Son.” Logan forces a phony smile on his face and waits for him to walk in the direction of his bedroom before he pushes the door shut with his hand and closes his eyes, his head hanging low while he lets out a string of curses under his breath. I say nothing while I stand there watching him. Every muscle in his body is tense and I can feel the tension exuding off him in waves.

I want to move over to him, to touch him, pull him to me and kiss away the sadness that is now clouding those beautiful eyes I’ve grown to love. “Logan,” My voice is mousy, barely an octave over a whisper. Logan turns his head to look at me when he hears me calling his name. When I take a step toward him, he straightens and backs away from me, shaking his head.

I’d be lying if I said that it didn’t sting somewhere deep in my heart when he looks at me with such penitence in his eyes. I keep telling myself that he’s not rejecting me because he doesn’t want me, he’s only withdrawing himself because he doesn’t have a choice—neither of us do. We’re both merely victims of circumstance.

“You heard him Savannah, I can’t.” Logan says gesturing to the door with his hand.

I bite back the emotions I can feel coming and shake my head sullenly. “Logan, what part of Trent and I are done are you not getting?” I question, walking over to stand in front of him. “Why would I reconcile with him after all the shit he put me through? I’m no longer the girl I was when I was with him, and I don’t ever want to be. I’ve moved on, Logan, that ship has long sailed and is halfway across the Atlantic.” I explain placing my hands on his chest, but Logan takes hold of both my wrists and removes them with a shake of his head. “I want you,” I whisper, peering up into his eyes.

Logan’s jaw clenches and his strong fingers tighten around my wrists. “You wouldn’t be saying that if you saw the distraught look in his eyes when he confessed his love for you. That’s my son, my flesh and blood how do you expect me to consciously continue to see you knowing he’s still in love with you? I fucking can’t, Savannah,” he whispers furiously and drops his hold on my arms. “It doesn’t matter what I feel for you or how much I want you when I can’t even look my son in the eyes without guilt eating away at me, without feeling sick to my stomach for what I’ve done.”

Sick to his stomach?

Shit.

That hurt.

As hard as I try, I can’t seem to find the words to respond without running the risk of the dam within me breaking and crying right in front of him, so I nod and take a step away. “We both agreed to walk away after tomorrow night, right? No expectations, no strings.” Sinking onto the edge of the bed I nod mutely and pull my knees to my chest. Logan sits on the other end of the bed, and I hear him sigh. “No point in dragging it out any longer. We came too close to getting caught tonight, Savannah. I can’t lose my son.”

“I understand, Logan, you really don’t have to explain.” There’s a long, tense pause and a deafening silence that swallows the room.

I suppose this is it, we’re at the point where we’ve exhausted everything there is left to say to one another and the only thing left is the one word neither of us can bear to say.

Goodbye.

I feel like I’m drowning in the silence that stretches between us while we wait for Trent to sleep, so I can sneak out of the house without being seen. Every minute feels like an hour that I sit there, staring at the moon illuminating the black sky through the window opposite the bed. Logan leaves the room momentarily to retrieve my jacket where we left it strewn downstairs in the midst of our passion.

“I think he’s finally asleep,” Logan says after he comes back and holds the jacket out to me. I take it from him and nod, pulling it on before I let the bed sheet fall from my naked body. My emotions are teetering on the edge so I avoid his gaze, I know if I look into those eyes just once I will break down and cry.

Brushing past him I pick up my shoes that are scattered haphazardly on the side of the bed where Logan tossed them aside after he pulled them off. I wait for Logan to walk over to the bedroom door and check the coast is clear. Instead of walking out like I’m expecting him to he closes the door again and turns to face me. The woeful look brimming in his eyes makes mine water as my emotions rise to surface where I’m unable to keep them at bay any longer. I’m rooted to the spot I’m standing in. Please, don’t look at me like that, Logan. I’m too weak and will never leave if you keep looking at me with those sad eyes.

I blink and a single tear rolls down my cheek when our eyes meet. Logan closes the space between us, his hands come up and cup my face and his thumb gently brushes away the tear that rolls down my cheek. “In another lifetime, any other circumstance, I would never let you go, Wildfire,” he presses his forehead to mine and affirms quietly, crushing my already splintered heart.

The ache in my chest intensifies upon hearing those words and I force myself to nod. “I know.” Logan hugs me, he burrows his face into the crook of my neck and envelopes me in his strong arms. He holds me so tight against him that I sink into him and breathe the scent of him into my lungs for the last time. I press my lips to the column of his neck and feel his pulse jump under my lips. When we pull away from our embrace Logan brushes one final kiss to my lips and I can taste the bittersweet end as we pull apart.

I manage to quietly sneak out of the house and into the darkness of the night that swallows me whole the moment I get into the car. Logan watches me from the door as I back out of his driveway, and it isn’t until I drive away that I allow the barrage of emotions to break free and consume me.

I weep the entire drive back to my apartment and just when I think it will stop, I lick my lips, taste him and cry all over again. Listening to the depressing love songs on the radio didn’t help either. Pulling up outside my apartment I kill the engine and press my forehead to the steering wheel and sob.

Thirteen days.

That’s how long it’s taken for me to fall for Logan Peirce. Perhaps Trent showing up when he did was the best thing for us… for me, before I allowed myself to fall completely in love with him.

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