Page 9 of Yours To Save

Logan took a hesitant step forward, feeling his heart trying to tear out of his chest. Morpheus came to nuzzle the palm of his hand and Sammy somehow understood. He ran his hand through his hair and over the back of his head and showed Logan.

“See? No blood. It’s hardly swollen. I promise – I’m okay.”

“If…I…” He wanted to check for himself but couldn’t force himself close the small distance between them. The moment stretched heavy between them.

Sammy shivered, then muttered “I need to get out of these clothes.” He shuffled to the bathroom.

Logan looked after him and then at the closed door for a long moment trying to relax his breathing. He had the urge to follow, to physically check on him. He didn’t as everything he had done so far had apparently been less than hospitable. Barging in the bathroom after Sammy, would definitely elevate him, from a grumpy asshole to a straight up creep.

He certainly didn’t deserve to endure any more bizarre behaviour from Logan. He had to admit to himself the guy was perfectly polite - Sammy hadn’t looked around even once, to check out his home. His eyes had been on Logan the whole time. He seemed… kind. And, if Logan had to be really, really, really fucking honest, the guy was plain beautiful.

He was younger than Logan, maybe in his early twenties. His face was the perfect combination of high cheekbones, porcelain skin, and long dark wavy hair. His nose may have been perfect once, but he had definitely broken it at some point and there was a slight bump in the middle now, only adding to his appeal. His lips were beautiful, and he swallowed hard, thinking they looked so plush. What stuck the most with Logan were Sammy’s deep warm brown eyes. Logan shook his head.Jesus! What the fuck?

Morpheus made a happy whiny noise and Logan shot him a glare. The dog won the wordless quarrel as he whined one more time, then placed his heavy head back on his paws and concluded his argument with a dull thud of his tail on the hardwood floors, as if to say,“You heard me! You know he’s cute. Don’t be a stubborn ass.”

“Whatever.” Logan huffed and went into the kitchen. He called Triple-A, and they kindly let him know they wouldn’t be able to make it tonight. Considering the dramatic change in the weather, they would have to refer him to 911.

He called the local police station and had an awkward conversation with someone he had apparently gone to high school with. The police officer on duty, that had taken his call, seemed to know exactly who Logan was, but Logan could not for the love of God remember him and felt progressively more awkward as the guy kept naming classmates and classes, they may have had together to jolt his memory. Logan apologised profusely, not wanting to be rude. He hadn’t had any issues with his long-term memory, but the way his evening was going, he wasn’t ready to dismiss the possibility just yet.

He managed to turn the conversation around to his current situation. After he confirmed that no one was hurt in the accident, the car was not on fire and the man was safe in his home, the mystery friend from high school, informed him, they should hang tight as the roads were about to be closed and they might need a day or two before they could get to them.

Logan panicked. A day or two with Sammy in his home! “You want me to keep a complete stranger in my house for two days?”

“Does he seem dangerous?” He felt like the guy on the other end was mocking him and his breathing hitched a little bit.

“No, he…he’s fine.”

“Okey-dokey then,buddy. I’ll get the dispatcher to call you when the car is on its way, tomorrow or the next day. Have a good one.” His mysterious friend from high school hung up, leaving Logan with his mouth gaping like an idiot in the kitchen.

“What the fuck!” He groaned.

He practically jumped out of his skin when he heard Sammy ask him, “You okay man?”

He turned and faced the younger man. He was wearing warm looking black sweats and was slipping a matching black hoody over his head. Logan flushed when Sammy righted his hoodie, but the fabric hitched up again when he was tying his long hair in a bun revealing his flat stomach. There was a flash of perfect skin, and the hint of ink teasing part of a tattoo Logan couldn’t quite make out unless he would openly ogle at the guy like a total perv.

“We’re stuck together for two days,” he blurted. When Sammy gave him a confused look, he elaborated, “Just got off the phone with Triple-A and the emergency dispatcher. Roads are closed, and unless one of us is getting murdered, they aren’t coming.” He cringed immediately, becausewhy the hell would he say that?!

Sammy chuckled, but he seemed pretty unfazed. “Oh shit! Sorry, dude. Honestly, I can totally leave in the morning. It probably would have stopped snowing by then, right?” He said it with a hopeful smile. Logan just wanted to go outside and throw himself into the freezing cold waters of the lake.

Logan was now angry at himself for acting like such a grump, giving the impression that he wasn’t really happy to be helping Sammy at all. Obviously, he wouldn’t let the guy go out there in the blizzard and walk for hours in the snow. But clearly, in the short time they had been forced to spend together, he had made himself look like enough of a grinch, that Sammy simply assumed that he would totally kick him out. He was also weirdly offended the man was willing to plow through the snow just to get away from him.

“How should I know?” Logan snapped. It came out super rude. He immediately regretted it but was too embarrassed to apologize. Instead, he walked by Sammy, refusing to look at him, lest he fucking smiled at him one more time, making him feel like a complete dickhead. The worst part was, he totally deserved it.

After rummaging in the linen cabinet for a bit, he pulled out a pillow and a thick blanket. He shoved the items in Sammy’s arms and started up the stairs to his bedroom.

“You can sleep on the couch.” He called out without looking back.

His face was burning with embarrassment. He fucking knew he was being ridiculous, and the guy probably thought he was completely mental. He froze at the top of the stairs, when he heard Sammy laugh softly and say, “Good night, Logan.”

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Of course,he wouldn’t be able to fucking sleep, knowing Sammy was downstairs. Even the low rumbling snore of Morpheus right next to him couldn’t soothe him enough for him to go under tonight.

What if Sammy got thirsty and went to grab a drink from the fridge and saw his embarrassing list of chores? Surely, any normal person would raise an eyebrow attake a shower and brush your teeth. His mind was in complete overload by midnight, obsessing about every little thing Sammy might find bizarre about him, then spiraling into anger about said Sammy’s imaginary reaction.

He looked at Morpheus sleeping like a rock by his side. At least the fact that he wasn’t awake and nudging him with his cold nose meant, he wasn’t having a panic attack. He was just being a petty loser, and that was somehow even worse.

He kicked off the blankets. Logan quickly slipped on an old hoodie, he had grabbed from the overflowing laundry basket near the foot of his bed. It was black, and he was sure it was the same brand as the one Sammy had been wearing. For some reason, the random thought that he and Sammy might be wearing the same size and brand of clothes made him smile.Idiot.He called himself out and forced the goofy grin away from his face. Without really thinking, he got up and made his way downstairs.

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