“Listen, I’m all for drowning out the world with a good liquor but maybe just one tonight?” Lana questions my sanity, but I hold firmly.
“No. I want another.”
Joel casts a glance at Lana but begins pouring the same shot, and I take it back without hesitation. The third one doesn’t make it to my mouth as a large, but gentle hand engulfs mine.
“Let me go, Logan.”
“You’re done.”
“The hell I am. You’re not the boss of me.”
“You’re right. But I’m not letting you get shit faced because of me.”
I scoff out laughter. “This isnotbecause of you.” I’m already slurring words, realizing how little I can handle my alcohol.
“We’re leaving and I’m driving.”
“I am not leaving with you. I’m here with Lana and we’re having fun.” Sort of.
“I think you should let Logan take you home, Sora.”
I cast her a glare that screams traitor, but all she does is shrug, wink at Logan then stalks off to the dance floor throwing her hips around as some guy moseys his way over to her. “See. I need to stay and make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble.”
“I think she’s covered.” Logan nods to the table across from us where Crew sits. A chatty woman beside him, but he’s not listening to her, not even looking at her. He’s watching Lana intently. His entire focus on her and I’m not sure if that’s good or bad. But something tells me she’ll be okay.
“Fine. Let’s go.”
Logan reaches for my arm to help steady me, but I jerk it away.
“Aren’t you supposed to be dancing with Claire?” I ask in a moody tone.
He opens his truck’s passenger door and, without hesitation, grabs my waist to help me inside. His touch is electric, sending me over the edge. “Do youwantme dancing with Claire?” He’s stone serious with a penetrating stare, turning me weak.
Over my dead body.
I cross my arms to my chest, holding a scowl. “No.”
Logan leans in and my mind tells me to sit back, but I keep my position. The closeness radiates me. “And why is that?”
I swallow, us staring at each other. “What?”
“Why don’t you want me dancing with Claire, Sora?” He’s searching for the answer we both know is there, but I don’t say it. I don’t confess.
He drops his head with a sigh. “Seatbelt.” He closes my door, and my chest twinges with guilt and pain because I can’t admit it.
He knows how I feel, I’m sure of it. But he wants me to say it, wants to hear the words. I like Logan. I like him a lot. Hell of a lot more than just friends. And the thought of Claire’s claws all over him creates a sour hole in my stomach. But because I can’t have him, I don’t want anyone else to have him either. The thought of him being with another woman makes me physically ill.
It's pathetic, I know.
The drive home is silent, and I gnaw at my bottom lip, keeping myself from telling Logan the truth.
When he pulls into our shared driveway, I allow no time for him to ask me questions. I need to get out of here because the longer I stay with him, the faster my mind and body start to crumble.
“Thanks for the ride.” I go to open the door, but a loud crash inside the duplex has me freezing in place.
The noise sounded off in the distance, yet so close. Jason. Fred. Who the fuck is it this time?
Logan turns off the truck and makes his way around it, gently taking my hands. Him and all his handsomeness in my line of sight. “Give me your keys.”