Page 28 of Accepting Fate

I take a moment for her words to register. We have talked a lot but never went that deep into things. It makes sense. Who would be okay with having someone they just met come to their house and take care of them? No one. I need to tone it down, so I don’t scare her away.

“I understand. We will go at your pace. I’m sorry if you felt like I pushed you.”

“No, you didn’t,” she’s quick to say. “The meds I’m on are giving me the balls to say what I normally would be afraid to.”

I shake my head and laugh, “Well, you don’t ever have to be afraid to say whatever you want around me, but we will get there.”

“I hope so,” she says while yawning.

“Alright, Angel. Get some rest. If you need anything, I know we just talked about this but please know you can call me anytime.”

“Thank you for understanding,” she says sleepily.

“Of course. Bye, pretty girl.”

“Bye, Bear,” Logan says as she hangs up.

Hearing her voice again just proved that I really am hooked on this girl. I thought feisty Logan was my favorite but sleepy Logan beats that by a million. She is so freaking adorable when she sounds like she is on the edge of being awake and asleep. I know I shouldn’t wish sickness on someone, but her no-filter attitude was a major turn on.

Then she called me Bear.

Bear? I don’t know what she meant by it but I fucking love it.

Chapter Ten

Logan

Ihatebeingsick.

My body hurts everywhere. It’s like someone stuck a branding iron down my throat and flooded my nose with so much fluid that I have been hacking it up for days.

Normally, I wouldn’t care and just accept that it’s a downside to my job. But this time, being sick interfered with something I was excited about.

I hate that I had to cancel my date with Grayson. Getting to know him this past week has been amazing. It’s like he is pulling me out of the constant state of bitterness and my fear of the world mentality. Which is weird, since I haven’t known him for very long and we have mainly been texting.

Well, except for earlier today in my dazed state, courtesy of a strong decongestant, when I called him to cancel our date.

I started feeling sick a few days after I got my tattoo and was convinced that I would be better by the time our date came around. I was ecstatic when I told him I was free and now I’m stuck in bed, wishing I was going to be waking up tomorrow and seeing him.

He was so sympathetic on the phone, but I could tell he was disappointed. I know because I felt the same as I was doing it.

Throughout the week I found myself reaching for my phone more and hoping he texted me. I could be having a rough day and he would text me something stupid and it would be the highlight of my day.

Throughout the week, I found myself divulging more than I normally ever would and I think it’s because of how upfront and giving he has been of himself.

One night, we played twenty questions. It started out with the basics of favorite color, hobbies, and favorite food. Which is hunter green, hiking, and pizza. Then it turned into the most embarrassing moments.

I have never laughed so hard over texts before in my life. His most embarrassing moment was when he got caught with a girl in his bedroom one night when he was fifteen and jumped out his own window. He explained that he didn’t know why he was running from his own house, but it resulted in a broken ankle and his mom having to bring the girl home. Apparently, the girl told the entire school that his mom gave her the sex talk. I would have been mortified if that happened to me, but imagining Grayson running away from his house is freaking hysterical.

He is doing a really good job at bringing me out of my shell. I’m terrified but it also feels amazing to take a step towards living outside of my scared little bubble.

Over the course of the week, I learned that he has three brothers, which made me feel bad for his mother. If they are anywhere close to his size, I can’t imagine having four.

Grayson revealed that he drives a motorcycle anytime it’s nice out. And of course, I had to riddle him with every statistic about motorcycle accidents. He took it in stride and assured me that his mom had the same conversation with him, hence the clarification that he only rides on nice days.

I had a moment of weakness and pictured how glorious he would look on a bike. His muscles tense as he grips the handlebars and how hard his body would feel with me pressed against his back as we speed down the curvy tree-lined highway. I’ve read plenty of motorcycle romance books and my favorite parts are when the couple would be driving down the road and the guy would reach behind and caress his girl’s leg or lean back into her. I imagined myself and Grayson having a similar experience and it resulted in me having a very intimate moment with my trusty pink friend in the shower that night.

I’ve tried to refrain from any sexual thoughts about him, but when he calls me pretty girl or Angel and gives me visuals of him being sexy as fuck on a bike, my control snaps.