Page 63 of Accepting Fate

She sits quietly the entire time, her eyes never leaving mine, as I explain how shitty I felt when I realized the text never sent. By the time I’m done, she doesn’t look pissed or annoyed. She looks sad. I can see the wheels turning in her head as she processes everything.

I want to give her a moment to think but I don’t want to leave her side. Instead of getting up, I look at the trees through the top of the glass wall. The sun is hitting the windows and making them look like they are shining.

“I’m sorry,” Logan says softly.

My head whips to her in confusion. “Why are you sorry? You did nothing wrong.”

She shakes her head in disagreement. “I did. I jumped to conclusions and didn’t give you the chance to explain. I shut you out when you told me countless times that I can trust you and that you aren’t going anywhere. If I would have just let you explain, we wouldn’t have missed time together. Not that I had much time to give but you know what I mean.”

Taking her hand in mine, I reassure her. “You were right to jump to conclusions. You warned me not to blow you off and in your eyes, that’s what I did. And I’m sorry. But trust me, that will never happen again.”

“I know and I believe you. And I am sorry I didn’t. I want this. For the first time in a long time, I want to live outside of my fear. But I’m terrified of all of this still. I can’t.” She pauses to take her hand from mine and hides her hands in her sleeves. She looks at me with tears in her eyes and my heart fucking breaks. “I'm terrified to let myself fall for you more than I already am because the minute I do, I risk losing you at the same time.”

Losing me? I’m not going anywhere.

Logan lifts her glasses and wipes the tears off her face. I can’t take it anymore. I motion for her to sit on my lap. She hesitates at first but slowly maneuvers herself sideways in my lap. I carefully wrap one arm around her back and rest it on her hip. Then the other on top of her thighs.

Her eyes meet mine, searching for the slightest clue of what I’m going to say.

“Logan, I have said it once and I will say it every day until the day I die. You are mine. Whether we spend five days together or fifty years, it will be worth it because I was with you. And I will risk my life every day to prove it to you. Whatever is the cause of your fears, they are no match for me. So, don’t live in fear, Angel. Live in this life and moment with me.”

Tears fall freely down her face. Taking off her glasses and setting them down on the couch beside us, I wipe every last tear off her face.

“Why me?”

That makes me chuckle. “That’s a story for another time, Angel. So, what do you say? Are you mine?”

A shy smile spreads across her face and she nods.

“Nope. Say it,” I command.

“Huh?’

“Say it. Say you’re mine.”

Bringing her sleeve-covered hands to both sides of my face, she comes within millimeters of my lips, and whispers, “I’m yours.”

Then she kisses me.

Chapter Nineteen

Logan

Ihaveanewfavorite hobby.

Kissing Grayson Tyler Hayes is like seeing a sunrise on top of a mountain and taking a shot at the same time. Beautiful and exhilarating, all wrapped up in a Grayson-shaped bow.

The way his lips mold perfectly to mine is something that I thought only happened in romance novels. Those girls got something right. Bearded men that drive motorcycles do have the ability to make you want to drop to your knees in seconds.

The moment I watched him get off that death trap of a bike and saw the hunger in his eyes, I was a goner.

I debated before he got here if I wanted to put on pants but decided against it. Mainly because my back hurts and changing my clothes would probably have taken me at least thirty minutes but I was also way too comfortable in Gray’s sweatshirt.

Seeing the hunger in his eyes was worth not putting on pants. I was seconds from jumping on him like a damn monkey, saying a bigfuck youto my back, but then he mentioned food. The last time I had eaten was five PM yesterday and I went feral.

Listening to Gray explain what happened made me feel like an ass. He was telling the truth and I pushed him away. But as sad as I was that we missed out on time together, I’m glad we talked. He made me feel like he understood my fears but wasn’t going to let me run.

I snap out of my sappy thoughts when I feel Grayson deepen the kiss.