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"A mistake?.." I repeated, not sure if I heard her properly and also praying that I didn't.

"Yeah, why? Did you think it was anything else?" She questioned lightly with a soft giggle.

Of course, I did. Didn't she?

I didn't expect it, but I definitely wouldn't end up a fool here. Was it a mistake? Hearing those words from her lips broke my heart and the hope that had been kindled in that lovemaking.

"No. How could I?" I replied and chuckled, playing pretend to cover how stupid I felt for coming over here and thinking we could talk about it like mature adults. Harper's smile seemed to falter slightly at my response, or was that just me? Were my eyes playing tricks on me, or did she look genuinely hurt?

Chapter Seventeen

Harper

Omg!

I woke up in Logan's arms the next morning, and the reality of what happened between us last night slowly dawned on me. Fuck! Again? I groaned inaudibly, closing my eyes. My headache was finally wearing off from whatever I drank last night. My feelings had gotten the better of me, but I didn't regret it one bit, which was the actual problem—I should regret it more than anything, but just like the last time—I didn't regret it.

Instead of regret, I was mad at how uncontrollable I was around him and how much his presence still affected me. How much he still owned me—all the parts of me. Nobody could hold a candle to him in my heart, which was rather upsetting. Yet I didn't want to admit any of this to myself.

Logan was the last person I should be sleeping with. After everything that happened between us in the past, he didn't deserve to have me like that for the third time, and yet I would do it again in a heartbeat. I wanted him so fucking much that it hurt—it hurt my fucking pride to want him, but there was something about him that made me desperate for him.

I had poorly failed at keeping him at arm's length, and the whole situation with the fake relationship wasn't helping—things were far more complicated. All the feelings I had kept at bay seemed to surface, and I couldn't suppress them. I glanced down at his arm around my waist, wishing I could lay there forever.

Logan looked so peaceful in his sleep, and seeing him like that warmed my heart. But I couldn't stay with him—I wish I could—but I couldn't. We could never be. I could never be with him—I could never forgive him for leaving the way that he did, and I just don’t think he could love me the way I would ever hope for. I pulled his arm off me slowly and slipped out of the bed quietly, careful not to make any noise.

I tiptoed around the room, picking up my clothes from the floor and throwing them on. I grabbed the rest of my stuff, holding my boots in hand, and headed to the door. I carefully opened the door, slipping out of his room discreetly and darting my eyes to the bed to make sure he was still asleep before closing the door behind me.

I returned to my room, dropped my things on the couch, and sunk into my bed. I lay there motionless, tossing around the sheets and thinking of Logan—missing him like crazy. The entire night ran through my mind, over and over again, and my body ached for him. It took everything in me not to return to his room.

After what felt like hours, a knock resounded through the room. I climbed out of bed to answer the door, wondering who it was as I opened it. I was stunned but secretly pleased to find Logan outside my room. He was still wearing yesterday's clothes, and from the look of him, he had just woken. But what was it that was so important that he came here right away?

Logan mentioned last night, and before he could say anything, I thought it better to declare it a mistake to avoid any complications between us. It was better for us this way, but somehow Logan seemed a little disappointed when I called it a mistake.

"Did you think it was anything else?" I asked. A glimmer of hope flickered inside of me that Logan would declare that it was something more, and maybe we could work out our differences and begin again, and perhaps I could tell him everything. But I needed to hear him say it.

"No. How could I?" Logan's response killed every hope within a mile radius, and I felt my heart sink further into the pit of my stomach.

"Well ok," I mumbled, forcing a mirthless laugh to conceal how hurt I truly felt as I muttered more to myself than to him. "It didn't mean anything. I thank you for seeing me back safely from the party and being there in a time of need. But I- "

"It didn't mean anything...got it.. It was just a moment thing. A mistake," he interjected, pursing his lips in a thin line. “I just wanted to clear the air and didn’t want you to think I took advantage of the situation of what happened last night at the party.”

"Ok well, I'm glad we have that sorted. I wouldn't want any misunderstanding between us because of—" I bit my lips hard. "—a mistake." It hurt like hell that he thought it was a mistake, and a small part of me wanted to cry my eyes out. It was a miracle I hadn't broken down yet.

"Don't worry. There could be no misunderstanding. I completely understand you."

I wish he did understand me. "Of course," I affirmed, bobbing my head.

Logan and I remained before each other, staring back and forth like it was a contest. His eyes sucked me in, pulling me in like a magnet, and I felt like I was losing myself to him all over again. Catching myself just in time, I broke eye contact, lowering my gaze to the ground and composing myself.

"So, what do you think we should do today?" he asked, changing the topic. "I was thinking we could go to —" he began, but I didn't want to hear it.

"Logan," I interjected.

"Yeah?" he quirked a brow.

"I think we should end the fake relationship now. We have done enough publicity, and I don't want to do it anymore. I have had enough. I am taking the earliest flight back home," I said, holding back my tears with all my strength.

Logan's gaze widened. "What about the features you're working on? What's going to happen to that? How will you cope?"

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