Page 24 of Wylder & the Rising Rockstar
“We fell asleep.” Wylder rolled toward him.
“Yes, we did.” He still had his eyes closed, and his voice was rough with sleep.
“We fell asleep all night.”
“Your bed is amazing, but it’s frickin’ freezing in here.” He pulled her closer and gathered the blankets around them.
She lifted her hand to cover her mouth. “Right? It’s not normal for a room to be this cold.”
“I’ll ask maintenance to come in and check the seals on your windows. That should fix it.”
“Thanks.”
“Why are you hiding behind your hands?” His eyes were open now, but he still looked half asleep. She liked sleepy Logan.
“I’m rocking some epic Szechuan chicken morning breath over here. It’s not good.” She grimaced, wishing she’d had a chance to brush her teeth before he woke up.
“I have morning breath too, you know.” He kissed her cheek and snuggled closer, laying his head on the pillow beside hers. “I won’t hold it against you. Besides, you have really cute bedhead. ’S not fair.” He yawned.
Wylder burrowed into his chest, enjoying his warmth.
“I had fun last night,” she whispered, not sure how to do pillow talk.
“I always have fun with you, Wylds. Songwriting is a lot less stressful with you.”
“We make a good team.” She picked at the edge of her new down comforter.
“I love the new song.” He sighed. “I never like my songs when they’re finished. There’s always a bit of a letdown when I realize they’re finished, but they don’t measure up to what I had in my head.”
“I know exactly what you mean. I hate most of my songs.”
“But this one is perfect.”
“It is.” She hummed the chorus she’d helped write.
“I’ve never had this.” Logan turned to look at her. “A friend I can really count on. I was thinking about it last night while we were watching Hill House. I don’t think I have a single secret from you. You know all my shortcomings, and you’re still here.”
“Like a bad penny.” She forced a smile over the lump in her throat. He might not have any secrets from her, but she was holding on to a big one. He was so happy right now in their little bubble, she didn’t want to burst it with talk of Luke. She’d tell him later. It was what she’d kept telling herself since finding him at her parents’ house a few days ago.
Logan laid back, staring up at the ceiling. “The rest of my life is falling apart, but you’re like this rock, keeping me steady. I want to be with you, Wylder Anderson.” He turned back toward her.
Wylder couldn’t help the megawatt smile that lit her face at his words.
“I’m tired of just hanging out. We have fun when we’re together, but I want something real with you.”
“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Logan Cook?” That monster in her stomach was making a lot of racket down there.
“I am.” He leaned down to press a kiss to her lips, but he pulled back with a frown. “You know, I finally realize why we can’t ever get you out of bed for breakfast in the mornings. It’s freezing in here, but this bed is so warm and cozy there’s no way I’m leaving it any time soon. I hope that’s okay, but I live here now.”
Wylder laughed and pulled the blankets up to her chin. “Well, if we want breakfast of any sort, we’re going to have to get it at the dining hall, we ate all of my food last night.”
“Wylds, you’ve got to get up.” Devyn came barging into her room, still in her pajamas. “Oh, hey Logan.” Devyn pounced on the bed and reached to open the drapes.
“No!” Logan and Wylder groaned, covering their eyes from the bright sunlight.
“Look.” Devyn pointed down toward the quad in the distance.
“What’s going on down there?” Wylder sat up. They could barely see what was happening, but a stream of students made their way from the dorms to the courtyard holding up signs.
