Playing Games

Chapter 9

SAVANNAH POV

After my lunch date with Logan, he drives me back to my apartment in his car. I can still feel my hand tingling from when he grabbed it, and my heart is still skipping a beat every now and then. I shouldn't feel this way about him, but I do. It's a strange, giddy feeling. 

The words he said to me echo in my head, and I'm wondering why I ever doubted him. Logan really seems to like me, and that one night stand with him didn't make him think of me as just a good time. He might actually be the relationship that works out for me.

"Savannah, listen, I've been trapped and trying to find any sign of fun."

The thought of someone like Logan Scott being trapped really makes me wonder what or who could possibly be holding him back. He seems like the guy who takes control and doesn't let anyone hold him down. He seems so free, so invincible. 

My stupid sandwich metaphor also made me realize something about Logan. We all have a complexity about ourselves, and no one is a one dimensional human being. There are layers to everyone. 

Like an onion.

I snicker at that last internal thought, because I was being so serious and actually thinking deeply. Plus, that's probably the most intellectual thing I've thought since I graduated high school. 

Well, it isn't really my thought that formed in my head. Alex and I had been talking one day, and she was telling me about how Rian revealed his layers to her. 

Ever since she met Rian, Alex has gotten so much more mature. Especially now that they have a daughter, she cannot fool around like we're teenagers. She's only twenty years old, but acts way older than she actually is. She has these maternal instincts now, and almost treats Xiu and I as if we're her kids sometimes.

Not saying that's a bad thing, but I just miss when we weren't adults and didn't have to worry about being mature and all of this other shit that's still terrifying to me. It's scary to be an adult and completely on my own.

That's kind of sad isn't it?

"Why are you so quiet?" Logan suddenly asks, breaking me away from my thinking.

"Jesus, you just gave me a heart attack." I sigh, holding my hand against my chest.

"Sorry to take you away from your daydreaming." Logan replies with a chuckle.

"I thought you'd want me to be quiet so that you wouldn't have an ear or headache." I sarcastically add, and he shakes his head.

I find myself admiring his features, and I wonder how it's possible for him to look even more attractive from the side. Logan's tanned skin and sharp jawline look even more prominent than before if that's even possible. It's almost impossible for someone to be sculpted so perfectly. 

His blue eyes stay glued to the road, occasionally looking over at me with a smug smile on his face. My eyes trail down to his nose, and then his mouth. Logan's lips are plump, and I can still remember making the bold move to kiss him while I was drunk.

I definitely don't regret that decision.

"Nah, keep talking."