1..2..3; s.w

Nine

Logan's POV

When I wake up I try to move. And I can, but too easily. You see, in the books it's always like the guy has his arm over you and is holding you so tight like you're trying to punch the person in front of you.

But it wasn't like that. It wasn't like that at all. I turned over to see if Sammy was still asleep. But there was nothing next to me.

Did he leave?

Back home? Without telling me?

No.

He wouldn't do that. Would he?

No.

But everyone else did. My dad... He wouldn't do that.

I begin to panic. What if he did? Did all that he said mean nothing? It meant everything to me.

I sat up and started crying, non stop. I couldn't stop crying. All I could do was think about him leaving. I crawled over to the side of the bed where he was sleeping and I cuddle into the sheets still crying.

They smelt like him, it comforted me in a way. I was too busy freaking crying that I didn't notice a phone that wasn't mine on the night stand right in front of me. My heart dropped, Sammy's phone.

He's here. He didn't leave.

Me being the curious person I am grabbed his phone and turned it on. Only to find another reason for my heart to drop. His screen saver was a picture of us.

It was the picture of us at the club last night. I don't remember this being taken but I love it. I love him.

Oh my god. Did I just say that?

I mean I've said it before over text.. but not in person. Nor has it ever really crossed my mind that I would ever really say that with him in my house.

I smile and set his phone down as I hear my door open. I pretend to be asleep hoping it's Sam.

"Logan?" I hear him ask. I smile so big but make sure he doesn't see me.

"Logan, I know you're awake. I saw you on my phone." He says.

I turn white.

"Uhm, I wasn't on it. I promise I just wanted to see if it was yours because I thought you left-" I start but get cut off.

"Logan, baby. It's fine. I have nothing to hide. You can do whatever you want with my phone." He says and sits down next to me.

"I'm sorry." I sigh and sit up.

"It's okay baby." He says.

Right then I notice his eyes aren't looking at mine. He's looking at my lips, then back at my eyes. I can tell he wants to kiss me.

I have an idea.

I lean in slowly and put my hands on his neck. I stop at his lips and go to his ear and smirk.

"My eyes are up here daddy." I say.

Before I could really do anything else he grabs both of my wrists and lays me down on my back in a quick motion. Getting on top of me and putting his lips cenemeters from mine.

I hitch my breath.

"You think you can play with me baby girl? You're forgetting that I'm daddy and I do all the playing with."