Page 144 of Sins or Secrets
“You better because I want to call you every day too.I’ve never had a friend like you, Quinn.In case you didn’t notice all of ten years have passed us by and you’re still my best friend.”
“You’re mine too.” I nod. “Come here.”
We hug and I think about how I’m going to approach Logan later.
Bree’s right. What he must be feeling will be worse.I feel it too.
* * *
It’s so late when Logan comes home I’m already in bed.
It’s after midnight. Actually, probably closer to one in the morning.
I have the lights off but I’m not sleeping.He thinks I am though and quietly goes in the bathroom to shower and change.
When he comes to bed I know it’s not the right time to talk.It’s too late and another day has gone.
He brushes his lips over mine and I open my eyes, letting him know I’m awake.
“Hi,” I say.
“Hi baby, come here.”
We start to kiss and our night ends the same way as every night this week.With sex. Then I fall asleep.
I woke up early though, wanting to catch him before he left the house.
Yesterday I overslept and by the time I’d woken he’d left.
Quickly, I get dressed and rush down stairs just as he’s buttering his toast.
“Morning baby, you want some breakfast.I gotta leave in a bit,” he greets me but looks away quickly like he doesn’t want me to look in his eyes.
“No, I’m fine. I’ll make something later.I was hoping we could talk before you go.”
He looks at me with wary eyes looking off balanced.“Oh, talk about what?”
I bite down hard on my back teeth and try to steady my breathing, hoping it will slow the hammering of my heart.
I know what he’s like. Logan is a confrontational person.He doesn’t avoid discussing something that obviously needs to be talked about.So when he does, I know his emotions must be brewing inside.Waiting to explode.
“You haven’t said anything all week about New York.We haven’t talked. I thought we would.”
“I don’t think there’s anything to talk about, and if there is I don’t think we should.”
Instead of my heart hammering it’s just stopped.It’s like it’s waiting but too afraid to move.Like I am with my next words.
“Why shouldn’t we talk?”
He sets his hands down on the counter top and stares ahead at me.
“Quinn what do you want to talk about?Maybe it’s you who should talk and tell me what you want to say.”
“I want to know how you feel.”
“Why? What difference does that make.”
“Because I want to know what you want me to do.”
