Page 88 of Broken Prince

“And Logan?” Justin asks.

My eyes find him again. I heard everything he said just now, standing in the doorway until he passed out.

And everything from the elevator when he didn’t realize I was there.

I want to cry. I want to tell him I want him too.

But I can’t. Not if he’s going to keep his time with Benny.

It still doesn’t change why we agreed to be only friends in the first place.

“Promise me.” I bring my eyes back to Justin. “Promise me, if I can’t be there for them, you will be?”

“What does that mean?” his brows furrow.

“Just promise me,” I insist.

“Of course, I’d be there. He’s my best friend, Benny is like my nephew. I’ll always be there.”

“Good.” I wipe at my eyes.

“Laney.” He steps closer.

“I have him from here. He’s going to need to sleep it off as much as he can. When does the bus leave?”

“Noon.”

I nod. “We’ll be there.”

“Are you sure you don’t need my help?”

“No.” I shake my head. “I’m good.”

“Okay. Well, call me if you need anything, okay?” I nod. “Do you have my number?” Shaking my head, I hand him my phone. He puts his number in and texts himself. “See you in the morning, Laney.”

“Night, Justin.”

Justin leaves as I step over to Logan, bringing the blanket up to cover him.

I stand there watching him, tears spilling down from my eyes. How am I going to do this? How am I going to stay away? I didn’t expect to care so much about him. When did my feelings for him change into something more?

If he really does feel this strongly about me, knowing I’m going to break his heart makes me want to be sick. This is exactly what Stacy wants.

But how the hell do I find a guy and date him? There's no way I’ll be able to actually feel something for someone else, not when my heart beats for someone else. Maybe even more than one someones.

The idea of him hating me makes me want to cry.

Exhaustion settles over me like a heavy blanket. With what little strength I have left, I strip down to just my shirt and panties before sliding into bed, not caring about what I’m wearing right now.

Logan mumbles, shifting his body. When his arm wraps around me, pulling me into his chest, all the air leaves my lungs. I don’t fight him, letting the warmth of his body settle over me.

“Laney,” he sighs my name like it’s a prayer. I silently cry myself to sleep, wishing this was all a nightmare I could wake up from tomorrow morning.

Sadly, life doesn’t work that way.

Chapter 19

Delaney