Carrion (The Bren Watts Diaries #1)

Chapter 129

Day 109: July 26th, Tuesday
(My Birthday)

BREN

Today, I am turning eighteen, but I couldn't spot any drastic changes in my body. No warm, fuzzy feelings or the occasional growth spurt I'd like to imagine every time the clock struck July, yet I stayed the same as last year, except for the number on top of my head. None of that fairy godmother shit where the transition between being a child and adult was obvious in cartoons. Perhaps it was too late for me to grow another inch, staying at an average five-foot-eight forever.

Yes. No warm, fuzzy feelings at all. And I couldn't believe that little thing kept me awake at night, staring at the window, watched the curtains fluttering against the soft breeze through the crack, sometimes listened to the goats' bleating until the sun rose.

Logan snored softly against my ear, his warm breath and stubbly beard tickling the nape of my neck, his arms draped over my body, also warm and inviting. I pressed my back against his broad chest, fitting like a glove under his arms, and he seemed to like that when he pulled me close. Lying down on my side again was heaven and it didn't hurt someone was there to act like my blanket. My spine must be so relieved after lying on my back for days.

"Don't do that, you slutty M&M," Logan mumbled softly.

I turned to face him, his sharp features a silhouette in the darkness. His eyes were closed, still in deep sleep. He must be dreaming. "Logan. Are you okay?"

Logan scrunched up his brows as if he found something offensive. "No, officer. I'm a battery." He took a big annoyed huff.

"Okay, battery."

"Don't arrest the baby."

I rolled my groggy eyes. Fine. I'll play. "Uh, who's baby?"

"From Amazon."

"You ordered a baby from Amazon?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"For the married goats, dingus." Outside, a goat bleated. "I want cake." He dozed off, saying nothing but incoherent mumblings for a good minute or two before he slipped soundlessly asleep.

Must be some dream. I tried not to burst into a fit and wake him up, and instead, I turned around to face the window again and closed my eyes.

When I opened them again, the room was brightly lit by sunlight. I must have dozed off. Logan was still asleep beside me, but I made the mistake of readjusting my leg, hitting his ankle, and that woke him up. He stirred, pulling his arm off my chest and rubbed his eyes, letting out a full yawn.

"So... how're the goats?" I asked, stifling my laughter.

He looked at me, confused before his eyes widened and blood rushed up to his cheeks. "I talked in my sleep again, didn't I?"

"Yep. It was...entertaining."

Logan groaned. "I always do that when I eat too much gluten and sugar. Must be all that bread and sweets I ate for the past few days."

"It was funny."

"Not for me. Did I say anything else?"

"You called an M&M candy a slut."

Logan brought his hands up to cover his reddening face. "Oh, lord. Oh, no."

"You don't remember any of it?"