I sigh but keep my posture straight and confident not wanting to show him how much he affects me. “Of course, you can’t,” I tell him with a smile “Go to sleep, Logan. There’s always another time.”
“Good night.”
“Good night,” I whisper, closing the door behind me and allowing my heart to feel the pain.
Wanting more terrifies me.
Not because I’m incapable of falling in love.
It’s because I shouldn’t be falling in love with Logan Carrington.
Chapter Seventeen
“Family means everything to me.
Those joined by blood, marriage,
and those who are destined to be in your life
no matter what.”
~ Emerson Chase.
I couldn’t sleep a wink. My body is still on West Coast time, I’m wide awake and staring at the ceiling. I lay in a room that divides two important people in my life—my brother and the man who consumes me. It would have been selfish for me to drag Logan into a conversation about us with his focus needing to be on tomorrow’s game.
Yet, my brain refuses to shut down.
So many questions need answering.
There are many things that stand against us, and it’s difficult for me to hold back the resentment toward everyone who will have a ‘say’ in our relationship. It’s not just Logan and me. There’s Wesley, Ash, Mom and Dad. Oh... and the whole damn world.
And that’s to say that Logan’s head’s in the same place as mine right now. I know him well. Understand how driven he can be, yet when it comes to matters of the heart, he thinks with his dick only.
And I have no idea if I’m any more than a notch on his belt. After all, he did screw that nurse.
How many other women has he been with while we’re having our stringless fun?
The time on my cell tells me it’s after midnight. So, I toss and turn, desperate to clear my head to no avail.
Me: Do you think people would notice if I fell off the face of this Earth?