Café Aurora

Chapter 17 | The Terrible News

"What?" I exclaimed resisting the urge to jump up and run to wherever his mom was and ask her to reconsider her plan.

He nodded, shoving his head back into his knees.

"Logan, please tell me that is not true," I said close to tears.

I know this is a big deal for him. I also know that this affects us and our relationship. I absolutely love being in a relationship, and especially it being with Logan.

This, is a serious issue for us, but a bigger issue for him. Whatever he wants to do with this, what we have, I'll allow it.

"Nope, I'm pretty sure you heard me," his voice muffled against the fabric of his black sweatpants.

Realizing that his outfit is different from his usual jeans and tshirt, I felt extremely stupid and unobservant for not noticing until now. He was in sweats and actually had on a sweatshirt. It's surprising, being the middle of summer and all.

I, myself, am only wearing shorts and a tank top. Even I am sweating and feeling overheating.

"Logan, come on, let's go talk at my house and get out of the sun," I said thinking he might have a fine layer of sweat on his face. I can't imagine how warm he is right now.

"No, we don't need to, it's not that bad," he finally lifted his face up now. Just like I thought, he looked sweaty.

"Okay fine, at least take off this," I said pulling at one of the sleeves of his hoodie.

"I'd rather not, I didn't feel like putting a shirt on today," he looked embarrassed when he said that. I probably know why, he has said in the past he is not all that comfortable with his body, though if I do, I'm going to act dumb.

"What do you mean?" I asked, faking confusion.

"Don't act dumb, Olivia. We both know that you know what I mean. I don't have a shirt on underneath and I am not all that comfortable with myself," he is starting to sweat more now, "besides this won't be that much longer."

"Babe, I'm your girlfriend, I wouldn't be dating you if I didn't like what I see," I said trying to make my point clear.

"Fine, I guess you're right," he said pulling of his hoodie off by the neck hole.

Logan isn't a guy who has abs, nor is he what people call over weight. I can tell by looking at him, he takes care of himself. He had told me he works out sometimes, just not often.

I don't really care. I have seen him shirtless before, and I am not complaining. To me, guys with abs are that comfy to cuddle. They also look like they are photoshop, when they are defined. Not so hot.

"See? That's better?" I asked with a smile, happy to see looking more comfortable. Him being shirtless is just a plus.

He shrugged, "Sure, I guess." His head made its way back to its new home, between his knees.

I dropped my smile, he can't see it anyway if his head is tucked away, and got serious. "Now how are we going to deal with this? I get it if you want to break up."

He finally lifted his head again and looked at me. When he saw I was blinking back tears, a crushed looked appeared on his face. Nobody likes when somebody else cries, Logan included.

"Olivia, please don't cry," he reached over to me and pulled me into him.

In return I wrapped my arms around his waist, digging my face in his chest. I didn't mind he was shirtless. I actually happened to enjoy it.

"It's okay, we'll figure it out. I don't want to break up now. We have a few weeks until I leave," he whispered.

"Okay," I sniffled stopping my tears from coming up, or at least trying to.