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I slowly sit down on the couch while quietly grunting.
“I told you that you weren’t healed enough to-”
“Stop!” I interrupt.
“Sorry,” Logan whispers.
“No, I’m sorry.”
Logan sits down next to me and puts a hand on my knee.
It seems like every time I’m feeling generally apathetic Logan gropes my knee.
“Do you need anything?” He asks.
“No, but thank you,” I lie.
I’d love nothing more than a hot drink, an ice pack, something small to eat, and for him to hold me. Not that I’d ever tell him that.
“Are you sure?”
This is it, this is my opportunity to tell him.
“Maybe an ice pack,” I admit.
Dammit.
Logan gets up and goes to the kitchen.
I turn on the TV and start to watch a documentary about stray cats.
“Here.” Logan gives me the ice pack.
I lay back and place the ice pack on my chest.
“Are you binding?” Logan asks.
“Maybe.”
“Virgil, we’ve been out for over eight hours.”
“I’m in too much pain to take it off.”
“That’s- what?”
“Fine, I’ll take it off.” After a couple of seconds, I say, “go to a different room, I’m not showing you my chest.”
Logan does as he’s told, and I take off my binder. Although I feel a bit of relief from the pressure leaving my chest, I’m instantly aware that my shirt isn’t baggy enough to completely cover up the fact that I have a chest.
“Logan!” I yell, and he rushes back into the living room.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m really sorry that I keep asking you for things, but can you get my hoodie that’s on my bed?”
“Of course,” he says before going back to the hallway.
I scroll through Instagram and see a selfie that Paige posted of him and Roman in front of a wall full of polaroids. Paige is on Roman’s back, both of them with huge smiles on their faces. Their friendship is so cute.
“Here.” Logan sets my hoodie down next to me. “Are you on your phone while watching TV?”
“Don’t judge me.” I put my hoodie on and zip it up. God, I love this hoodie so much.
“Deceit called me and told him I don’t think you’re going to be able to come in tomorrow.”
I widen my eyes and slightly gasp.
“I told him to check in with you tomorrow just to be sure.”
“Thank you,” I reluctantly say.
“Sorry if I overstepped any boundaries.”
“Don’t worry, it’s not a problem since you told him to check in with me.”
Logan sits down next to me and leans back. Something about seeing Logan lay back and look relaxed seems so unnatural, and... kind of hot if I’m being completely honest.
“You’re staring at me again,” Logan mentions.
“Then stop being so stare-able.”
“I-, what?”
I give him a small smile before calling him a dork.
I continue to stare at Logan. His slightly tan skin, the light stubble, and holy shit his hair. It’s shaved except for on the top. No- shave isn’t quite right. There’s still hair there, it’s just short. The top is down to the bottom of his nose, and his brown hair is parted in the middle.
“You really like staring,” Logan teases.
I bite my lip, refraining from putting my face against his.
“I know you aren’t the sentimental type, and you don’t like emotions, but I just want you to know how much you mean to me,” I blurt out.
“I... I don’t know how to respond to that.”
“Then don’t.”
We watch the movie in comfortable silence.
My eyes get heavy, and against my will, they close.
