Page 32 of Shattered
My chest constricted. A feeling akin to someone thrusting a knife through my heart and twisting it, that's what I felt. Every squeal of laughter coming from the back of Flynn's throat was just more gasoline being poured on to the flame of guilt burning in my gut.
Oblivious to what was going through my mind the boys kept goofing around; more flour on them and the floor than in the dough.
"Mommy, you're bleeding!"
Blinking a couple of times, I realized I'd totally spaced out and managed to cut myself. I had no time to react, though, because one moment Logan was next to Flynn and the next, he was leading me to the sink, holding my hand in the air.
It was only after he'd opened the cold faucet and held my finger under the running water that he spoke. "Where were you just now, Sugar?"
I looked up and found him looking at me with genuine concern on his face. With a shake of my head, I dropped my gaze to the small laceration on my finger bleeding as if it was some major organ.
The laceration on my heart was ten times bigger.
"I…Nowhere." It sounded pathetic even to my own ears. But what was I supposed to say?
Stop being nice to me and my boy?
Stop making me want to stay?
Yeah, no.
There were a few very long seconds where Logan just studied me, the dip in his brows indicating that he didn't believe a word I'd just uttered. But for some reason, he didn't push.
"Where's your first-aid kit?" His ticking jaw and shoulders locked in a tautness battle.
"Under the basin in the bathroom." I pulled my hand out of the water and moved to grab a dish towel. "But, I can get it myself."
"Not a chance." Logan grabbed onto my wrist and leveled me with a stare until I dropped the piece of cloth and allowed him to stick my hand back under the water. "Keep it there, I'll be back." With that, I was left staring at his back as he stomped out of the kitchen.
"Mommy, are you okay?"
Big, worried eyes were staring up at me. "It doesn't even hurt, baby, I promise. Why don't you go play outside for a bit? Dozer is running around out there and I'm sure he's looking for some company."
It took a little more convincing but Flynn eventually gave in and ran outside. It didn't take long for the two to become best pals. Satisfied that he was doing okay, I turned my attention back to my finger. It wasn't bleeding anymore, so I closed the tap and wrapped my hand in the discarded dish towel from earlier.
"Is it still bleeding?" How I didn't notice that he was behind me before now, was anyone's guess. I made sure to school my features before I turned to face him. After unwrapping the cloth, I held my finger in the air for him to inspect.
"See," I said sounding deceptively calm. "All better."
A snort sounded from the back of Logan's throat but he said nothing, just wrapped a Band-Aid around my index finger in the same cautious manner a surgeon would take a scalpel to a patient.
When he was done his fingers were still curled around my wrist. I tugged to try and break free from his grip but he wasn't having any of it. "Uh…thanks?"
Using my arm as a lever he pulled me flush against him. I opened my mouth to ask what the hell he was doing but there must've been some sort of misunderstanding; he saw it as an invitation to take possession of it.
Somewhere in the back of my mind reason told me that I should be fighting him right now. That silly thought was quickly overruled by all the wonderful sensations coursing through my body.
I was vaguely aware of a small moan escaping my mouth when he deepened the kiss and pushed his fingers into my hair. One thing I knew for sure: Logan Jackson excelled at kissing a woman stupid.
When he was satisfied that he'd well and truly kissed me senseless, he pulled back and grinned at me.
"Nowit's all better."
When I decided to come over and spend time with Harper and Flynn, I'd promised myself that I was going to honor her wishes and go slow. I was going to wait until she made the first move.
But, you know what they say about best-laid plans?
Instead of waiting, here I was trying to kiss the pain I'd seen in her eyes away. Enjoying the feel of her silky strands brushing over my knuckles. Reveling in the mewling sounds escaping her lips. She was my drug of choice and I knew one hit would never be enough.
