Better The Second Time Around

Wrecked

Logan's POV

Waking up next to Emily is one of the events in my life I have never thought would happen. I am beyond happy to have her snuggled and peacefully sleeping in my arms.

Her hair fell across her face faintly creating a barier for my eyes to indulge at the sight of her. My hands seemed to know what to do as I gently moved her hair away from her face tucking it behind her ear before I could even decide on it

I can't help myself but look at her and admire everything about her. Maybe it's just the way she is, even the little things she does. There's just something about her that makes me love and admire her more every single day.

Her smile was what captivated me the most. The way her eyes sparkle and how genuine the smile on her face makes her look 10 times more attractive than any girl I know. A tug of pain grew in my chest at the thought of her smile fading whenever she cries.

Which reminded me of Emily's face when she saw me with Natalie last night. I'm so stupid for avoiding her last night, I despise myself for making her cry. The memory of her face crying last night makes my heart ache.

I shake the memory off my mind, not wanting to think any further about it. I had a lot of explaining to do, which reminds me of her being wasted last night. She better anticipate the aftermath when she wakes up. Also one of the reasons why I stopped drinking a lot. I'm tired of feeling like shit every morning when I wake up.

I slowly got off the bed making sure she doesn't wake up and went to my room to take a shower.

Shortly after

A bead of sweat trickled down my cheek as I arrived at the kitchen. The weather was extra hot today as the sun shone brightly, like an enormous super duper powerful flashlight that God placed in the sky to give light to us mortals. And not a single breeze passed by. And me being anxious about what I will say to Emily when she wakes up was not helping either

The house was like an actual gigantic oven. The kitchen felt so hot and humid, making me sweat even though I just came shortly out of the shower.

I took off my shirt and randomly threw it randomly wherever. Turning on the ceiling fan helped cool the surrounding of the kitchen. Now I felt much better and seemed to calm down a bit.

I was mentally debating on weather I should make pancakes or waffles as soon as I arrived the kitchen. But I'm feeling symbolic today so I decided on waffles, since it reminded me of when I held Emily's small hands laced with mine for the first time.

And I was silently hoping that she would remember the same memory that I had in mind.

While the waffles were being waffles slowly cooking in the heat of the waffle maker. I grabbed a pair of mugs to make coffee but I was delayed when I heard a knock from the door.

I gently sat the mugs on the counter and briefly washed my hands before I wiped it dry with a clean hand towel. I gave the kitchen a quick scan for my t-shirt that was no where in sight

Another knock came from the door. This time a little more louder than the first

"Just a sec" I hastily jogged towards the front door and turned the knob

"Hi" Natalie greeted with a smile on her perfectly bright red lipstick. That I find disturbingly too bright for some reason.

"Um..hi" I forced a smile "H-how did you get my address?"

Seriously though how did she get my address?

"I asked a couple of people" she shrugged her shoulders. Her eyes examining the house behind me "Aren't you gonna invite me in? It's pretty hot out here"