Micah (bxb)

His confession

(Micah)

As we walked back towards the pack house, the tension from earlier had finally started to lift. Arlo nudged me with his shoulder, and I shoved him back playfully.

“Remember that time you tried to climb the roof to ‘prove a point’ to Landon and ended up getting stuck up there for hours?” Arlo teased, a smirk on his face.

I rolled my eyes, but a laugh escaped me.

“I was not stuck. I couldn't shift so that I could jump because I'm pregnant and I was strategically waiting for someone to get a ladder.” I tried to lamely argue back.

“Strategically waiting, huh?” Arlo snorted.

“More like clinging for dear life and yelling for help.” I laughed harder, shaking my head.

“Okay, fine, maybe I miscalculated how slippery the shingles were, but I didn’t fall, did I?” I replied.

“Only because Landon freaked out and climbed up there to drag you down. If Jacob was here that day, he would have teleported you down.” The memory was ridiculous, and the way Arlo told it made it even funnier.

We kept going back and forth like that, teasing each other, the heavy conversation from earlier momentarily forgotten.

It felt good. Normal, like old times when everything was simpler.

Just as we reached the edge of the pack house grounds, Arlo was in the middle of some sarcastic comment about my terrible aim with water balloons when I felt someone grab my arm.

The suddenness of it made me stumble, and I turned around to see Logan standing there, his grip firm but not rough.

“Logan?” I blinked, confused by his sudden appearance. He looked serious, more intense than usual.

“Micah,” he said, his voice low and steady.

“I need to talk to you. Alone.” I exchanged a glance with Arlo, who raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“Uh, okay,” I replied hesitantly.

“We were just heading back…” Arlo nodded, giving me a reassuring smile.

“I'll catch up with you later,” he said, throwing a curious glance at Logan before turning and walking away, leaving me standing there with Logan.

Once Arlo was out of earshot, Logan loosened his grip on my arm but didn’t let go entirely.

He led me further away from the path, toward the trees where we’d have more privacy.

My mind was racing, trying to figure out what this could be about. I knew Logan had been clingy towards me lately, but this felt…different.

When we were finally out of sight of the pack house, Logan stopped, turning to face me. His eyes met mine, and I could see the conflict in them. Something raw and unresolved made my chest tighten.

“Logan, what’s going on?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended. He took a deep breath as he stared at me.

“Micah, I—” He paused, as if trying to find the right words, his expression unreadable for a moment.

“There’s something I need to say, and I don’t want to hold it back anymore.” I furrowed my brow, confusion mixing with unease.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Logan let out a slow exhale, his eyes darkening with emotion.

“I care about you, Micah. More than I probably should.” My heart skipped a beat, and I stared at him, my mind struggling to process what he was saying.

“W-What?” I stammered a bit.

“I’ve been fighting these feelings for a long time,” he continued.

“And I know it’s wrong, I know we both have mates, and I’m happy for you—happy for you and Landon.” He swallowed hard, his jaw clenched.

“But I can’t pretend anymore that I don’t feel this way.” I stood there, frozen.

Logan… Logan had feelings for me?

It didn’t make any sense. We were friends, family even. He was like a brother. But the way he was looking at me now, the intensity in his eyes… this wasn’t brotherly at all.

“I know it’s not right,” he said, his voice softer now.

“I’m not trying to make things complicated for you, and I don’t expect anything from you. I just… I needed you to know. I needed to get it off my chest.” I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out.

I didn’t know what to say. I never could have imagined this—Logan, the one who had always been teaching me to cut hair was now confessing feelings I had never seen coming.

He must have seen the shock on my face because he took a step back, his expression softening.

“I’m not asking for anything, Micah. I’m happy for you and Landon. I am. I just… I hope you’re happy, too.” I blinked, my heart still pounding in my chest.

“Logan, I...” But before I could finish, Logan gave me a small, almost sad smile.

“That’s all I wanted to say.” He turned and walked away, leaving me standing there alone, the cool evening air doing nothing to ease the heat of the moment.

I watched him disappear into the distance, my thoughts spinning in every direction. Logan… Logan had feelings for me. And he just confessed them, out of nowhere, only to walk away like it was nothing.

I stood there for a long time, the weight of his words pressing down on me. The laughter and jokes from earlier with Arlo felt like a distant memory. Now all I could think about was what Logan had just said.

And I had no idea what to do with it.