Invisible String

Chapter 15 -The consequences of our actions

As I lie in bed, I contemplate the consequences of our actions. It's nine-thirty in the morning, and I haven't slept a wink, unlike Logan, who quickly fell asleep after we had sex.

Oh my God.

Did we really just do that?

After promising to remain friends, we immediately became physical. Despite our agreement to keep things platonic, we succumbed to temptation without hesitation.

Will there be tension when Logan wakes up? Will he want me to leave? Should I retreat to my own room before he wakes?

As I grapple with my conflicting emotions, a wave of irony washes over me. Just yesterday, I witnessed Logan drowning his sorrows in alcohol, and now here I am, contemplating the same escape. The realization hits me like a ton of bricks—I'm a hypocrite.

Despite this inner turmoil, I can't deny the rush of exhilaration I felt this morning. Being intimate with Logan fulfilled a longing I had harbored since we first met, and I can't help but admit that it exceeded my expectations.

I take a look at the boy next to me, he looked to peaceful while sleeping. 

My eyes linger on his form, taking in the disarray of his hair, a consequence of our earlier intimacy—a detail for which I bear partial responsibility. But it's the sight of his sculpted abdomen that truly captivates me, drawing my gaze like a magnet.

A surge of desire courses through me as I recall the sensation of tracing my fingers over those defined muscles, a memory that sets my skin tingling with anticipation. My fingers twitch involuntarily as if yearning to retrace their path, to feel the warmth of his skin beneath my touch once more.

Genesis! Focus!

I can't help but blush at my thoughts.

Suddenly, I felt a slight movement beside me that jolted me out of my reverie. Logan was waking up, blinking slowly as he adjusted to the light. A smile formed on his lips when he saw me looking at him, and my heart skipped a beat in my chest. It was impossible to resist that smile, that look full of complicity.

He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

"Stalker," he whispered, his voice husky and laden with sleep.

"Caught," I giggled softly in response to his remark.

"What did we just do, huh?" he said, echoing my own thoughts.

"I was wondering the same thing. I mean, we agreed to be friends, and the next thing you know, we're in bed. What does that say about us?" I tried to lighten the mood, relieved when he chuckled.

"That we're unable to follow through?"

"What can I say? In my defense, you were the one who initiated contact," I defended myself.

"Only because you were pouting. It was kinda irresistible," my cheeks reddened at his admission.

"Looks like we're both guilty as sin."

"Looks like it."

I was glad that it wasn't awkward between us, I was relieved actually and it took away a lot of the pressure I was feeling.

"What are we gonna do?" I cut to the chase. I needed to know where we stood.

"Cut to the chase huh?"

"I guess I don't want to prolong what where doing if it won't lead anywhere," I answer being completely honest.

"I still think we should be friends."

"Okay..." I tried to hide my disappointment, pulling a piece of the blanket to cover myself, feeling too exposed.