Music in the Night (Logan 4)

bed sheet. "Oh no, look," I said.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of that." He started to smile. I pulled away from him, spinning around and

pressing my face to the pillow.

"Laura," he said, pressing his palm to my back.

"I love you, Laura."

I felt like I had fallen back to earth, like I had

been traveling on a cloud, and suddenly, it turned gray

and somber and began to rain down on the Sea

Marina, releasing me along with the raindrops. My

heart was still pounding, but my mind was clearing,

the thoughts rushing in like water that had found an

opening.

We had done it; I had gone too far; I had lost

control. Or had I simply wanted it as much as Robert?

Was it a sin to want it? Was all that Daddy taught and

preached true, and would he take one look at me and

read the sin in my eyes? Would it break his heart? I thought about Cary, too: about his distrust of

all the boys who looked at me or spoke to me.

Nothing would convince him that this was good and

pure and beautiful. He would say I had simply

become someone's little trophy.

"Laura, what's wrong?" Robert asked softly. "I don't know what came over me. Why. . how .

."

"Laura, we didn't do anything wrong. We love

each other. Don't start feeling guilty."

"Why shouldn't I feel guilty, Robert?" I

snapped and got up to gather my clothes. "This is

exactly what everyone would have thought would

happen if I came here and spent the evening with you

alone. Every accusing eye and word, every sneer--" "But we didn't do anything wrong. We love