Page 106 of We Were Something
“Sorry.”
He shakes his head. “You have nothing to apologize for. In fact, I really appreciated it. I can’t remember the last time someone stood up for me like that.”
My lips tilt up at the sides, appreciating how much he’s on my side. And that he saw me go full-on Paige sassy and still thinks I’m awesome.
“Happy to come to your aid any time, captain,” I say, giggling a bit and stepping into him, planning to wrap my arms around his waist.
But when Logan takes a step back, my smile falls.
“What’s wrong?”
He’s silent for a long moment.Toolong of a moment as he stares at the floor and then out the window, as he turns to face a bookshelf, his hands on his hips.
And that’s when I know something isseriouslywrong.
It’s just a sense, really. A kind of hyperawareness that tunes me in to whatever frequency he’s operating on.
I don’t know what it is that’s suddenly different between us, but it’s like the warmth I always feel when he’s near has suddenly been sucked out of the room, replaced by a cool dread that chills me to my very bones.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” I say again, hoping he’ll turn around with a smile on his face, say he just has his mom on his mind, and tug me back into his arms.
Into the place I’ve finally allowed myself to believe is my safety.
But when Logandoesturn around, he doesn’t do the thing I just saw play out perfectly in my mind.
His face looks…flat, almost broken, his eyes sad as they look at me.
“I think this thing between us has moved too fast,” he says.
Too…
Too fast?
“Especially over the past week. And relationships built on…” He takes a deep breath. “…on situations with heightened emotions rarely demonstrate other compatibility.”
“Wait,” I say, putting my hand up. “Wait, you’re talking like…like a doctor. I don’t need a clinical diagnosis—I need you totalkto me.”
“We have a connection that’s built mostly on lust,” he tells me. “But the things that make us incompatible are still very real.”
“It’s notlust,” I say, my words coming out as barely a whisper.
“You’re sixteen years younger than me,” he continues.
“It’s not justlust,” I repeat, louder this time.
“I’m too fresh off of my divorce.”
“Logan…”
“You move at a much faster pace than I’m comfortable with.”
“Stop it.”
“And things were always going to fizzle out.”
“That’s nottrue.”
“But this situation with my mother…it took something that was fun and temporary and made it feel bigger than it really is.”
