Pièce de résistance

Epilogue (Wattpad exclusive)

Time flies and in the blink of an eye it has been two years since he left. Yet, my feelings for him is unchanged.

Seeing no other purpose to stay in Paris, I left as well shortly after his departure but we agreed to keep the Splendide for it is our memory, the place it all began.

During the last two years, I traveled far and wide, exploring different cultures and places be it familiar or not but never staying at one place for long. But whatever it may be, I always come back to Paris. Sometimes I see him, sometimes I don't. On the days when I do see him, we always spend the night together but we were never intimate. That kills me.

Today happens to be one of those days where we are both in Paris. Nothing preplanned, just pure coincidence. As usual, we put up a night at the Splendide. We decide to watch a movie, a horror flick to be precise. I'm a huge fan of horror movies but he is not so. In fact, he always try to talk me out of it whenever we had our movie night in the past.

'You sure you wanna do this?' I ask, raising an eyebrow at his choice.

'Why not? It's what you like.' He flashes his cute, lopsided smile and pops the disc into the player.

For the entire time the movie is running, I steal quick looks at him. He sure knows how to fake being strong. I can tell he is scared. I want so much to hug him, pull him into my lap and tell him it's only a movie. But I know it's impossible.

We are off to bed once the movie is over. We used to sleep in the same room but now whenever we come back to the Splendide, we sleep in separate rooms. Again, this kills me. I try to close my eyes and not think too much about it. I toss and turn in bed, not quite sure why I can't sleep. But it's kinda obvious, isn't it? He's the reason why.

Suddenly, the room door opens slightly. I sit up in the bed to find him looking in timidly.

'Logan? What's wrong? Come in.' I say.

He rushes in without another word, throws his arms around my neck and he is trembling. I'm a little concerned.

'Hey, Logan...what's wrong? Everything alright?' I ask while holding his smaller, trembling body. 'Shh...it's okay,,,I'm here...'

'Kendall...it's...it's looking for me...'

'What's looking for you?'

'That clown! That freaking clown in that movie!'

I chuckle at his childlike behavior. He may be grown up but deep down inside he's still a man-child.

'Logie, it's just a movie. It's not real. That clown is not coming for you.' I say, rubbing his back with one hand and stroking his soft, brown hair with another.

'But it is! It is! I saw it coming! Kendall, I'm so scared.' He begins to cry. Oh God, I feel bad for this silly little boy.

'Kendall, please...please just let me stay with you here, tonight...for one night only...please...' He looks up at me with pleading brown eyes that are filled with sincere tears. My baby is crying and it hurts me like hell to see him like that.

I cup his face in my hand and wipe his tears away, smiling at him. 'Of course, Logie. You can always come over here whenever you want. You are one half of the owner, too. Remember?'

He rest his head on my chest, hugging my body tight, still crying. 'Don't go...Kendall...don't...'

'I'm not going anywhere, babe. I'm here for you, always have. Do you wanna just try and sleep now?'

He nods his head. 'But you must hold me...you must! Promise you won't let go of me.'

'Never, Logie. I'll never let go of you. Come.' I say and we both go to sleep with him still clinging on to me, hanging on for dear life.

The next morning, I wake up to a pair of soft lips on my own. I open my eyes to find Logan on top of me, kissing me. Wait...KISSING ME? I shoot up from the bed with my eyes wide open, not quite sure if it's just a dream. He moves in again, brushing those pink lips that I miss so much against mine. He goes one step further, licking my lips, hungrily asking for access. I want to give in. I mean this is what I've always wanted right? To be intimate with him again. But no. I don't want this to come the wrong way.

'Logan...Logan...stop, Logan.' I hold him in place, looking into his dark brown eyes. 'What are you doing? What does this mean?'

'You don't like it?' He ask, the tone of his voice a little hurt.

'No, nothing like that but this is too sudden.'

'Well...then...I'm sorry..' He prepares to leave but I grab hold of his arm.

'Wait!' Without wasting another second, I kiss him passionately, just like how we used to. God, how long has it been? It's all coming back.

After what seem like forever, we stop making out to catch our breaths. He looks at me with those innocent, chocolate eyes that I love. He makes me smile like no other.

'I miss you...' He whispers.

'I miss you too.' I say.

'But...you're right...what does this mean?'

'I guess...this must mean whatever you have meant earlier.'

'Hmm...maybe...perhaps...'

'Probably.'