Page 77 of The Lost and the Found

Hayden

By the timewe got back to his place, the sun was already starting to set. We stopped briefly at my apartment so I could pack another overnight bag. Considering how much I loved spending my nights at Logan’s, I couldn’t imagine going back to my apartment now.

But that was an issue for another time.

We were quiet on the ride over. But it was a comforting sort of quiet. I couldn’t think of a time when I felt so comfortable with another person. I had always been socially awkward, and though I didn’t mind the silence too much, I got the feeling that other people did, especially if they happened to share that silence with me.

But not Logan.

I shot a sideways glance at him and smiled to myself. He seemed relaxed. But then again, Logan was the kind of man who would find ease in the most uncomfortable situation. It didn’t matter with him.

We got to the parking garage and Logan parked by the elevator. I tapped the dashboard of the car. “I think I like this car better than your other one.”

He smiled, a kind of smile that could almost be described as whimsical, while unbuckling his seatbelt.

“You do?”

“Yeah. It’s not as overwhelming.”

“You find my car overwhelming?”

I nodded. “Yup. Just like its owner.”

He frowned. “You find me overwhelming?”

I scoffed. “Have you met you? You put a whole new meaning to the word overwhelming.”

His frown deepened and my smile widened. “I don’t mean to overwhelm you.”

I cupped his jaw, loving my newfound freedom of touching him whenever I wanted. I didn’t think the novelty would ever wear off. “It’s okay. I’ve gotten used to you already.”

I climbed out of the car and immediately shivered. It was colder down here than it was outside. Logan walked over to my side and wrapped a huge arm around my shoulders, pulling me close.

I looked up and smiled at him, and he stared at me with hooded eyes. “Better?” he asked, his voice gruff.

I nodded.

By the time we got to his floor, I was dead on my feet. I didn’t realize how tired I was until I sat down on one of his couches, sinking into the surprisingly soft cushion. I imagined this couch would make a nice bed.

I laid down, kicking off my shoes and resting my feet on the arm of the couch.

Logan took one look at me and laughed. “We have a bed, you know.”

“Hmm,” was all I said, and I listened as Logan walked to his bedroom, dropping off my overnight bag. He came back out to the living room and grabbed the coat I had thrown on the floor and hung it up on the coat rack by the door.

Then he was back, right by my feet. I watched him as he bit his lip before he smirked, and my heart did a somersault in my chest.

I shouldn’t know what that dark look meant, but I did.

“Do you want to play a game?”

My thighs clenched together, and my voice sounded breathless when I asked, “What game?”

“Oh, nothing you need to worry about. You just keep talking to me, okay? And if you stop talking to me at any point, then you lose.”

“And what happens if I lose?”

“When you lose, you will agree to anything I suggest without question or complaint.”

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