Page 35 of Accepting Fate
I tilt my head back and laugh. “Bear? Want to tell me what that’s about?”
An evil smirk spreads across her face and I know what’s coming. “Want to tell me what Angel is about?”
This fucking girl.
“Well played, Angel. Well fucking played.”
We sit there for a moment and take in the silence. For the first time, I get a good look at her place. It’s very Logan. She told me that she loves comfort and simplicity and that’s what this place is. Nothing is loud and in your face. It kinda reminds me of my place a little with all the woodwork. I bet she would love it.
I look back at Logan to find her staring at me. “Feel better?”
“I do. Do you have to go?”
“Nope.”
I’m not going anywhere.
She hesitates before asking, “Want to watch a movie?”
“Sounds good, but if you put The Notebook on, I’m leaving.”
She doesn’t respond and reaches over to grab the remote.
She ends up choosing some Adam Sandler comedy. As the movie plays, we get closer to each other until Logan starts yawning.
I feel her drifting off as her head slumps against my shoulder.
I gently shift us to where we are laying on the couch, with Logan resting her head on my chest. Wrapping my arm around her, my hand runs up and down her back.
The movie is almost over when she finally succumbs to the mental exhaustion of whatever plagued her tonight.
Taking the big gray blanket off the back of the couch, I cover us both.
I start drifting off to sleep when I hear her sweet voice.
“Grayson?”
“Yeah?”
“Please don’t end up being a shit human.”
I kiss the top of her head and wrap her up tighter in my embrace. “Never. You’re safe with me, Angel.”
I drift off to sleep and think about what could be haunting her so badly that she is this guarded.
Whatever it is, I’m going to make it a mission of my own to put an end to it.
Chapter Twelve
Logan
I’mhot.Boilingfuckinghot.
I try to raise my arms and stretch, but they are stuck. I slowly open my eyes and see that I’m lying on top of someone. My head rests on his chest and my arms are tucked up under my body gripping his shirt. Taking a deep breath, my nose fills with a smell I can only compare to being in the middle of the woods after a rainstorm with a touch of sweetness mixed in.
My brain catches up with my sleepy body and my fight or flight instincts kick in. I try to climb off, but strong arms hold me in place. I start squirming trying to get free, but the arms grow tighter around me.
I turn my head to look up at the face of the man that is holding me hostage. My eyes are a little blurry due to me sleeping in my contacts, but I would know that strong jawline covered in facial hair anywhere.