Page 26 of Puck Drop
“We should talk,” he says.
My mouth goes dry as I nod in agreement. Nothing good will come out of this, I just know it. On the other hand, last night, he took me to his house to talk. The only talking we did was in between the sheets.
I feel Logan’s body tensing. He is as nervous as I feel. Unwrapping my legs from around his waist, I signal for him to put me down, which he does right away.
While taking a few steps back, I never take my eyes off him as he never moves from his spot closer to the door.
“Do you want to come in?” I gather the courage to ask. At this point, I am already in my living room.
A bit of embarrassment floods my senses. The place is pretty basic, nothing like what I am accustomed to. But I was using my father’s money then. Since being here, I have found that it’s not so easy to live on your own, especially on a salary that’s for an entry level position. I do get a small discount on rent, though, because of my association with the Aces.
“Yeah, let’s sit,” Logan encourages. I let out a sigh of relief when I notice a small smile in the corner of his mouth. He wouldn’t be smiling if he was here to deliver bad news, right?
I have a small couch that when we both sit on each end, it doesn’t leave room for much space between us. We turn sideways so we can face each other, with our elbows resting on the back of the couch.
“I thought about you today,” Logan begins.
My face breaks into a smile. “I thought about you, too!”
He stares at me some more, so much so that it’s getting uncomfortable. At this point, he is giving me so many mixed signals, I need to be prepared for the worst, while also praying for the best.
When he drops his head back to stare at the ceiling, I’m pretty sure I’m on the verge of having a heart attack.
“I am so happy that you’re here, I can’t think,” he finally confesses.
It takes me a few seconds to process what he just said. And when I finally do, I let out a sigh of relief.
“You have a weird way of showing it,” I chuckle nervously. “Between your reaction from last night, then you showing up here like this, I don’t know what to think.”
Logan brings his head down to stare at me, his gaze as intense as ever.
“You showing up in Texas is fucking with my head,” he admits.
I don’t know how to respond to that. I also don’t know how to feel about it.
“That’s a bad thing,” I murmur. That much is obvious, so there’s no reason for me to ask for confirmation.
Logan sighs, then takes a moment to reposition himself on the couch. He seems agitated, nothing like the fun loving guy I’ve always thought him to be.
“It’s not a bad thing, Lizzie.” He rests his elbows on his knees and drops his head in his hands. “But I do need some time to adjust to it.”
I press a hand to my chest, wondering if I am about to have attack. “What are you saying, Logan?”
My voice comes out as a desperate plea. I can’t process anything that’s happening right now. I am also getting increasingly angry with him.
“All I’m saying is that everything is happening so fast,” he tells me in a defensive tone. “And we need to take things slowly. Make sure that we’re both on the same page this time around…”
I put a hand up to stop him from continuing. “Were we not on the same page before?” I ask in disbelief.
He stares at me with startled eyes, unsure of how to respond to my question.
“I don’t even know what the fuck I’m trying to say,” he finally admits. He lets out a nervous kind of snort. “I just worry, you know?”
His words knock the breath out of me, while at the same time, I completely understand what he’s saying.
“It’s because of what happened with my father, right?”
Logan takes a deep breath in before letting it all out, like he’s trying to buy himself some more time before he can answer. I lean back against the arm of the couch and wait. Seeing that I am not the most patient person, this is not easy for me, but I force myself to wait and see what he wants to tell me.
