Loveless Boundaries

Chapter 4

He angrily grips me by my hair, and drags me toward the house. Things didn't have to end up this way. If I had just been a tad bit more careful, I could have escaped this. 

He throws me on to the hardwood floors, and i rub my scalp frantically, trying to rid my head of the growing pain.

"I trusted you, this one time. One time, I give you my trust. You completely threw that into the trash." He is pacing back and forth and is pulling his roots. To be honest, I'm actually afraid that he'll do something that he's gonna regret..... well, that I'll regret.

"Sorry." I say in a barely audible whisper.

"You're sorry. You're sorry? And suddenly sorry can be the cure for cancer right? You fucked up." He screams pointing at me. By the look in his eyes, I can tell he's not sure what he wants to do to me as of right now, like his mind is a bunch of jumbled up thoughts all trying to get their points across. He stares into my eyes as he contemplates where to go from here. He doesn't break the stare and neither do I. I need his full trust if I'm ever gonna make it out alive. 

He nears me and sits on the floor beside me. "I want to trust you..." He pauses with a long sigh. I can tell he's new at this. He tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ears and his palm travels to my shoulder. His face inches closer to my face as he whispers in my ear seductively. "But, you need to earn my trust." I'm too afraid to move. If I attempt to push him off of me, he can get even more upset, and that's something I don't want to happen

"I'm gonna earn your trust. One way or another." I whisper back. I can feel his breath fanning on my shoulders, and I take this opportunity to pitch up. "I'm gonna finish freshen up." The glimmer in his eyes has returned to the deep dark ones to mask it.

"Keep the door open. That little incident isn't gonna happen again." His tone was demanding, but I nodded anyway, no matter how much I disagreed.

After freshening up, I head into the kitchen, where I see Logan, shirtless, sweating, and putting dishes away.

"Hey." He speaks first.

"Hi." He looks me up and down. The clothes that he brought to me were somewhat form fitting. It was a PINK sports bra, and a pair of yoga leggings. I admit I looked kinda cute....But him. He looked hot. Although, I was not going to be the one to tell him this.

"Breakfast?" He asks, after suddenly snapping out of his daze.

"No, I'm good. Why are you all sweaty?" I ask, putting my hair in a ponytail.

"I went in the gym for a few."

"ohh." I say, not knowing what else to say. Silence filled the room, besides the clanking of the dishes every so often.

The silence became even more killer, when Logan cane up behind me. He pulled me into his chest and his hand slung around my waist carelessly. "You know, you really got to stop being so shy around me. You're gonna be here for a while. May as well get use to this."

"I dont think I'll ever be use to this." I confess. Logan spins me around to face him, and I look him in his eyes staring intently.

"We're not gonna have this staring competition again." He says. "Because you know what that can lead to." His hand travels lower until it is resting on my butt. Swiftly, he takes a squeeze out of it, and I squeal out of shock. "Oh, come on. You may pretend that you didn't like it, but we both know that to the back of your mind you love it, and honestly you want more." He cockily speaks.

"Please" I roll my eyes. "In your dreams" I remark. He inches his face closer to mine until I can feel his hot breath fanning over my lips. Our noses are touching, and I realize that he's going to kiss me. I clear my throat, and pull away before anything could happen. He clears his throat too, and walks out into the living room. I follow suit and sit on the opposite end of the couch.