Page 98 of Hypothetical Heart
“He already knows.”
I stop dead in my tracks. “Already knows what?” I look back and forth between my phone and Logan, not knowing where to focus my attention.
I can tell by Logan’s face that he doesn’t feel comfortable telling me, he wants Eloise to be the one.
“I’m dating Briar Hart,” she says, no further pressure needed.
If I was stunned before, I’m a statue now. As much as I had a feeling Eloise had a crush on Briar, especially when I overheard her call her in Myrtle Beach, I had no idea Briar’s feelings were mutual.
“Who else knows?” By the look on Logan’s face, I can tell he didn’t know the extent of the information.
“Gen, and now you two. Maybe Jameson, too. I’m not sure if Gen told him or not.”
She definitely wouldn’t have, not without Eloise telling her she could.
“I don’t see the issue,” Logan says into the phone. “You were all worried about her being straight and not liking you back, but if you’re dating, then what’s the problem?” “There are just a couple minor predicaments, but I really don’t want to get into it,” she sighs.
My chest is aching for her, knowing something is bothering her while she’s trying to put on a tough act.
“Are you sure it’s nothing we can help with?” Logan asks.
“No, it’s out of our control for right now.”
I exchange looks with Logan at her response, both of our gut instincts saying this is bad.
“Will you please let us know if you need anything?” There’s something that feels so detrimental about this situation, and knowing we’re not even in the same state is making me worry even more.
“I will, thanks guys.” Her voice breaks. “Sorry guys, I’ve gotta go.”
After we hang up the phone, I practically fall into Logan. “This doesn’t seem good, does it?” I ask, his arms wrapping around my shoulders.
When things like this happen, it almost feels like a thundercloud has rolled over our friendship, everyone can feel the storm coming, and there may not be much we can do except brace ourselves. Even though that feels so, so wrong.
“I’m sure whatever it is, they’ll work it out.” His hands make circles up and down my back in a comforting motion. “And if they don’t, we’ll all be here.”
For the rest of the night, Logan stays with me on the couch, watching TV as we slowly drift to sleep, and when I wake up in the morning, there’s coffee sitting on the kitchen counter while Logan cooks some type of breakfast.
Last night may have been a shit show, but the good thing about shitty days is that there’s always a tomorrow waiting, giving you a chance to make a bad day into a good week, a good year, a goodlife. There’s something so magical about mornings and the new hope they bring, and I feel it now that I have my arms wrapped around Logan’s shoulders, watching him scramble eggs on the stove.
“How crazy is it that this is our life?” I whisper into the serine silence of the kitchen.
Logan plates our food while I take a seat across the island from him.
“Every day, I thank the universe for allowing me to have you in my life.” All the passion in the world could never compare to the way it feels hearing those words come from his mouth.
29
“Well, let’s see what you’ve got, Win.” Logan motions toward the piano bench.
He brought me into a music practice room in the basement of one of the campus buildings. It’s just big enough for a grand piano and an extra chair nearby, not that either of us mind the close proximity.
“Are you sure we’re allowed to be here?” I ask, looking over my shoulder up at him.
“I rented the room for the night.”
For the past few weeks, the two of us have been dipping our toes in the ocean that is our relationship, and it feels nice. Being able to do things purely based on what feels good and not just what feels right has given our relationship new depth. Like how Logan called me his girlfriend at dinner a few nights ago, and now he’s resting his hands on my shoulders while standing behind me.
“Did you bring the sheet music?” I ask out of curiosity.
