Music in the Night (Logan 4)

each other, want each other."

"I drank too much wine," I said, flailing about

for an excuse.

"You don't mean that, Laura. You don't mean

the only reason you made love to me like you did was

because you got drunk." Robert lay there, looking at

me with such pain in his eyes.

"I don't know what I mean," I wailed. "I just

feel like we went too far, that we ruined something

true and pure." "That's foolish."

"It's not foolish to me, Robert!" I cried. "Okay, okay," he said, holding up his hands.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean you

were foolish, but you

know in your heart, this was what you wanted, too." "That's just it. Maybe did, but maybe I was

wrong to want it."

"You weren't wrong," he insisted.

"That's something boys usually say," I shot

back. "Not this boy. I say what's true and good for us.

I don't find myself in bed with every girl I meet and I

don't fall in love with every girl I meet, but I fell in

love with you." put on my sandals and looked at him. "I'd better go home," I said.

"Laura--"

"Please, Robert. I just want to go home." "You're punishing yourself unfairly," he said,

rising. He started to dress.

"I'll go down and clean up while you dress," I

said. "You better do something about the bed sheet,

too."

"It's all right. I can do it later."

I left anyway and hurried down the stairs. I was

already clearing the table when he caught up with me.