Page 109 of Hypothetical Heart
The two of us lying in the same bed is doing something to my conscience, probably affecting my brain more than the fever we are both suffering from.
Logan is shirtless, only wearing plaid pajama pants, and his bare chest almost brushes against me when he rolls to face me.
I’m wearing the smallest pajamas that I could find in my suitcase: a matching set of shorts and a tank top, white with pink flowers.
We both wear such little clothing because of how bad we’re sweating, but that only induces our shivering.
“I’m fine.” My teeth are practically chattering, but I try not to focus too much on that. “Are you?”
“You’re my only concern,” he says quietly, reaching out to place a hand on my bare arm, “because no offense Win, but you look like shit.”
Another shiver racks through my body, making me groan. “I’m aware.”
“It’s okay, it’s because you’re sick. I probably look equally as horrible.” Except he doesn’t, at least not to me.
"I’m sorry for getting you sick,” I say, knowing it’s my fault that he’s feeling like this.
I was the first person to come down with whatever sickness we had, and Logan came to my room to keep me company while the rest of our friends were skiing, thus getting himself sick.
“Hey, I did this to myself.” He laughs, pulling the covers up over the both of us further.
“Well, you shouldn’t have.” My eyes drift close, my body begging for sleep
Lying next to Logan makes falling asleep a nearly impossible task. I’m not sure we’ve ever been this close to each other in such a vulnerable state. It makes me nervous thinking about sleeping next to Logan, and yet, here I am, quarantined in a hotel room with him.
He's probably too sick to be worrying about the idea of us sleeping in the same bed, yet it’s all I can think about.
“I would still be here whether you wanted me to be or not.” He sighs, coughing into his arm. “It’s not that big of a deal, I’d rather be here than have you sick by yourself.”
I smile, opening my eyes again. “You’re such a liar.”
A slight grin lays on his lips as he covers my eyes with his hand. “Go to sleep, Win.”
Submerged in darkness, I feel my uneasiness begin to fade as the serene feeling of sleep washes over me.
“Winnie? Logan?” I wake to the sound of Genevieve’s voice as she slowly opens the door. “Are you okay?”
I feel Logan shuffle, and that’s when I notice the position that the two of us are in.
Our legs are tangled beneath the covers, and one of his arms is draped over me. He sits up and looks towards the door where Genevieve and Jameson are standing.
“We were just coming to check on you, but it seems everything is fine.” Jameson smirks, and I know they must have seen how we were lying when they first walked in.
“Yup,” Logan exhales slowly, falling back on the bed. I don’t bother sitting up at all, knowing the type of look Genevieve will give me if I do.
“Well, we’re going back to our room now,” Genevieve says.
“Yeah, I have a few more rounds of chess to win.” Jameson smiles, backing out of the door.
I hear Genevieve begin bickering with him as the door shuts, making me laugh.
“I think the two of them rooming together will be good for them, don’t you think?” Logan asks.
I nod. “Maybe if they don’t kill each other.”
I’m wondering if Logan’s going to bring up the way we woke up intertwined with one another, and part of me hopes he does, only because I don’t want anything to be awkward between us.
But when Logan clears his throat, scooting closer to the edge of the mattress, I fear he may already be feeling the embarrassment.
