For Hating Me You Sure Are Possessive

28: All Night

“You didn’t have to do that you know,” I muttered as I dabbed at Logan’s bloody knuckles with a damp paper towel.

He didn’t answer and instead let the silence hang in the air. I tried focusing my eyes on the red of James blood on his fair skin, but they kept drifting instead to how his hand rested against my thigh as I cleaned it. Logan was so relaxed with his hands on me. It was like it was just second nature for him. Was he like that with every girl? Of course he is, I had to remind myself. Just because he fought your ex boyfriend doesn’t mean he gives a shit about you.

I gave my head a little shake, turning my eyes up to his. But they didn’t meet his mischievous blue ones. They couldn’t. His eyes were focused intently on my hands as I cleaned the split knuckles. Beneath his eyes the bags from earlier seemed even deeper than before.

My eyes scanned his face before I could stop myself and I gave a soft smile. He didn’t have a scratch on him, other than his knuckles of course. James hadn’t had a chance to fight back. One punch and he was down. The next seven punches Logan threw when he’d stooped over his slumped form hadn’t really been needed. They were, however, much appreciated. “Thank you.”

Now his eyes met mine. “He had it coming.”

“For what?” I couldn’t help but ask. What reason had Logan had to stick up for me?

For a few seconds his eyes met mine before his sly smirk crept onto his face. I could feel my heartbeat pick up like mad in my chest. Something about the glint in his eyes always got me going whether I’d admit to it or not. “No one’s allowed to pick on you but me.”

Logan reached forward and ruffled my hair before jamming his key into the ignition and puling quickly out onto the street, his crappy car roaring loudly from the effort it had to put forth. I was jerked back into my seat, my head bouncing against the headrest and stopping any sort of comment I’d been about to make. I looked to him and when I took in his smirk and shining eyes meeting mine I couldn’t help but smile and shake my head, turning my eyes away from him before he could take too much pleasure in flustering me.

“So, what did they do?”

My smile fell. I should have known it was coming. “Look-“

“I could turn around and ask him if you won’t tell me,” he said with a shrug.

Instantly my eyes narrowed and I clenched my teeth. “Then go do that.”

He took in a little breath before letting it out in a sigh. “I don’t think he’ll be able to talk in anything but mumbles for a while.”

I looked back to him and was surprised to see that he was giving me a soft little smile. Not a real smile, but bordering on sly and hopeful. “Thank you again for that.”

Logan nodded, his black hair swaying in front of his eyes. “I’d happily do it again.” 

“Hopefully you won’t have to.”

Once more his smirk caused me to smile and I quickly snapped my eyes out to the streets we were driving down. Something seemed different about him and I wasn’t quite sure what it was. Maybe we’d really been able to clear the air? It seemed like it had gotten at least a little easier. But then again, I hadn’t been alone with him in his house yet. For all I knew he’d go back to harassing me as soon as I step into his apartment again.