Page 95 of Puck Drop
“Lizzie…” Logan stands up from the table. “I’m so glad that you came.”
I cross my arms over my chest in a gesture of defiance. His eyes round in surprise, and, somewhere in the distance, I hear Leyla chuckle.
“Come on,” she says to my father. “We need to give them some space.”
“They had plenty of space on their own,” he huffs.
They whisper to each other back and forth. In the end, it sounds like Leyla is declared the winner.
“I am going to be right outside that door.” He points toward the door in question before turning a threatening finger toward Logan. “Don’t fuck this up.”
Logan stands up straighter. “No, sir.”
When the door finally closes, leaving us alone in the room, the tension in my shoulders intensifies a little. I stare at Logan, and he stares back. There’s so much sadness and pain in his eyes, it breaks my heart. I am not sure what to say…
“I missed you so fucking much.”
I barely have time to process his words when he pulls me into his arms.
“Please forgive me for being such a damn idiot,” he mumbles into my hair. “I have no idea what the hell I’m doing, but I do know that I love you so much.”
He squeezes me tighter, making my arms go around his waist of their own volition. We rock side to side as we hug like it’s supposed to wash away all the problems we’ve been having.
“I missed you, too,” I whisper into his chest.
That seems to be all he needs to hear. Leaning back just enough to be able to see my face, he drops his lips against mine, letting out a deep groan when I open my mouth to him. The wayhis tongue wraps around mine gets my heart pumping, making me wish we were home, back in Texas.
I realize with a start that my home is no longer in New York. It hasn’t been in a few months, but given my mental state where I kept on oscillating between wanting to stay and thinking that was not the right place for me after all, this is very eye opening.
“Logan…” My voice is soft when I manage to speak. “I missed you so much. Please tell me I didn’t come here for you to spew some more crazy things,” I beg. “My father would not allow it,” I warn him.
He smiles and shakes his head before pressing another hard kiss to my lips.
“He and I have been talking, and we came to an agreement…”
My eyes widen in surprise. I sensed that they weren’t arguing when I walked in here, but I was not expecting the light tone in Logan’s voice when talking about my father.
I let go of his waist and take a step back, knowing that we need to talk. I fidget in place from both being nervous but also hopeful. I want this more than anything.
“We should sit.” He pulls out a chair at the table, then waits for me to take it. He then sits down in the one next to me, leaving no space in between us.
Suddenly, I realize something. “Is this the hospital where Sebastian is?”
The sadness on his face at hearing his friend’s name is unmistakable.
“I am so sorry!” I cover my mouth with both hands. “My dad told me… He said it’s not looking good.”
Logan shakes his head. “It’s really bad, Lizzie. They may actually take him off life support soon.” He chokes on his words. “That could’ve been me…”
That is something I haven’t considered, but now that he said the words, I realize that it’s true.
“They invited me to this party,” Logan reminds me. “I… I hate that I am grateful for declining the invitation.”
The tears I was trying to hold back are now running freely. I don’t know how I would’ve reacted if I got a call to say that Logan was on life support and might not come off it, ever, unless it is to die.
“I’ve been sitting in that room, staring at him for days now. It made me realize how fucking short life is, Lizzie.” Logan takes my hand is his. “And as weird as it may sound, I think your father got to the same conclusion.”
“He should’ve already known that,” I chuckle nervously. “My mother died at a young age after all.”
