Invisible String

Chapter 23 -Here we go again

"I've never asked you about your parents," I say softly, gently touching Logan's hair. We're both lying in bed, the early morning light filtering through the window. Waking up to find him here was a surprise.

I turned in around four last night, so he must have come over sometime after that. It was eight in the morning now, and he had to leave for work in about two hours, so we had time to chill in bed and then grab some breakfast together.

"I'm not really into that topic," he says with a shrug. He was lying on top of me, his head resting on my chest. He was kinda heavy, making it a bit hard to breathe, but I didn't say anything. Weirdly, I felt comfortable with the weight of his body pressing down on mine.

"Can I ask you about them?"

"Sure, go ahead..."

"Where are they?"

A couple of seconds go by without a response. At first, I think he's just mulling over his answer, but then I realize something else is going on.

This sneaky bastard.

I was asking the wrong question. 

"Let me put it this way, would you actually answer some questions about them?" I try again.

"Caught on, did you?" he teases.

I narrow my eyes at him, trying to keep my tone light. "Yeah, I did. So, how about some real answers now?"

I had opened up so much to him about my past, that I realized I didn't knew much about his. So I was starting with the basics first.

He chuckles, the sound rumbling against my chest. "Alright, fair enough. Ask away, but no promises on how much I'll spill."

I take a deep breath, considering my next question carefully. "Okay, let's start with the basics. Who are they, really?"

He exhales heavily, his gaze drifting as if lost in a distant memory. "My father's a big shot, owns one of those flashy joints in California, but you already knew that part" he starts, his voice tinged with bitterness. "Mom's a homemaker, stuck in L.A. with him. I barely see her anymore."

"And..." I insist, I needed more than that.

"What?" oblivious, he asks.

"I don't know, tell me something! You know so much about me, god you even know every important person in my life, and I only know a couple superficial things about you. Friends tell each other personal stuff, you know?"

"It's not easy for me to discuss my family," I sense his body gradually tensing.

"I understand," I reply softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "Family can be a sensitive topic."

He nods, I couldn't see his expresion right now, but I bet his frowning. "Yeah, it's complicated. But I appreciate you being patient with me."

"Of course," I assure him.

He had been nothing but patient with me, so I owed him that, even if I wanted to know about his past now more than ever.

"How about we go slowly? You can ask me a question everyday and I promise to answer?" he proposes casually after a brief pause.

"That sounds good."

"Great, so you can ask your first question now," he says, taking a deep breath, as if bracing himself for what's to come.

My stomach tightens. Could his childhood have been so difficult that he struggles to talk about it?

"Do you get along with your parents?" I decide to ask, hoping to start with something relatively light.