Just friends? Pfft. Yeah, right.

Chapter 36

Chapter 36

I had no idea planning a wedding was so much work. My family was excited about it. Apparently, Logan had asked my dad’s permission the day he was leaving for New York a few weeks before he proposed to me. So I was the only one who had no idea about it.

Kayla and Mark knew too. I was surprised that they could have kept such a huge secret from me. Mark would be coming a little later but Kayla was arriving in a few weeks to help me straighten things out. I had no idea why everyone was fussing about it. We had planned to have the wedding in Spring but my mother was worried my father might be too sick to walk me down the aisle. So, we pushed it forward. That added to my stress.

Logan kissed me, slowly waking me from my deep slumber. I groaned when he started to move away from me. Having his warm skin against mine was enough for me to just snuggle under the covers and never get up.

“I really have to go,” Logan whispered in my ear, tickling the hairs near my neck.

I groaned in protest, wrapping my arms around his waist. He chuckled. Planting a soft kiss on my lips, I smiled.

“Don’t leave,” I pleaded as he tried to pry my fingers off.

Pushing his hands into his shirt, he grinned at my attempt at a pout. “You do know I work in a hospital, right?”

“Just quit,” I said, teasing.

Logan buttoned up his shirt, rolling his eyes. He ran his fingers through my hair, leaning one knee on the bed. “Sweetheart, I promise, when we are married, I would devote my time to you.”

“You better,” I muttered.                                                                                                             

Logan snickered and continued to dress, trying to make himself look presentable. A cheeky idea popped into my head. Crawling across the bed, I pulled Logan by his tie to me. He frowned down at me although a curious smile played across his lips. I trailed my fingers up his chest, unbuttoning his shirt.

“I can’t miss my flight, Julia,” he told me although he made no move to stop me.

“Or you could stay for another day,” I suggested, grinning.

He chuckled, placing his hands on mine, effectively stopping me from going any further. Planting his lips on mine, I let him kiss me passionately. My head was reeling when I heard my door swing open. Both of us spun around to see my best friend. Nope, not the girl. You can imagine the thunder on Dave’s face when he saw us.

His eyes took in everything in the room. The dishevelled sheets. Logan’s unbuttoned shirt and clothes in disarray. Me, in a baggy shirt that hid my boxers. Our swollen lips.

The hard and expressionless look that appeared in his eyes caused fear to build inside me. I knew I had no reason to feel like I was in the wrong but watching the accusing look in Dave’s eyes made me squirm with guilt. Crap.

“I will wait downstairs,” he managed to get out through gritted teeth.

Logan and I watched as he slowly closed the door. But, I knew he was fighting the urge to slam it shut. I’m in trouble.

“I should leave then,” Logan mumbled, grabbing his coat. “I will miss you.”

“Same here,” I said, giving him a peck.

“Bye, sweetheart. Love you.”

“Bye, honey. Love you too,” I said, smiling widely.

As the door closed, I breathed an angry sigh. That Dave better not say or do anything stupid when he meets Logan on the way out. I will kill him. Literally. I really mean it.