My Unwanted Admirer **COMPLETE**

Chapter Twenty Seven

Logan's POV

I sat at the edge of my bed waiting on Lilly to emerge from the bathroom. Not knowing if she would even listen to me. I need to control myself. I can't put her in more danger because of my actions not to mention my feelings towards her. I was deep in thought when the door open and Lilly stood there in the skimpy town that made her legs look like they went on forever. Trying to avert my eyes from them they slowly moved up her body watching the way the towel had complemented her body , her beautiful body the way the towel hugged every once or her, the way it hugger her curves in all the right places. Hot damn. I need a cold shower I thought to myself before I had realised Lilly had been talking. "So um I kind of don't have anything to wear."
If I had my way she wouldn't be wearing anything but that beautiful smile. I would have taken her on my bed right now, the thing I wou-- stop that Logan. You can't be thinking like that right now. Not to mention someone else is standing for attention. I snapped out of my daydream and spoke "oh. Would you like something to wear so?" "Yes please" she replied. I walked over to my chest of drawers and started rummaging through to find something. "I'm sorry for being a nuance" her fragile voice soft and delicate spoke. "Your not a nuance." I growled. "I don't ever want you thinking that. You hear me?"
I had gotten annoyed at her for thinking so low of herself. Of course she thought that way. I noticed he flinched when I snapped at her. Gosh I'm such an idiot. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. "I'm sorry Lilly, I didn't mean to. . ." "It's fine." She spoke unamused. I handle her a pair of tracksuit bottoms, a T-shirt of mine and a red hoodie. I think she copped because she turned to me and said " Logan, I. . . I can't wear this. . . It wouldn't feel right. I couldn't possibly. . ."
"It's okay." I reassured her
Even after all these years she had remembered that this one, this one red hoodie had meant as much to me in this world as she did.

As she turned to go and get dressed, I sat back down on my bed again. Thinking about the day I had got this red hoodie.
My sister Amelia had given it to me on my fifteenth birthday, she was only seven at the time and had saved up her money to buy me a present for my birthday. How sweet. Amelia and I were always close despite the age difference. She came home so proud the day she had bought it after making dad trace around different shops to find me the perfect gift. She came home and told me that her present was going to knock my socks off. Of course I had told her she shouldn't have and she wouldn't hear any of it. I remember her saying that she can't wait to give it to me tomorrow, she was my little sister and I . . . I was her big brother.

Lilly's POV
As I walked back into the bathroom I could see the emotions flickering in Logan's eyes. I mean I couldn't wear this hoodie. The significance of this hoodie alone was worth more than anything in the world. What it meant to him. I couldn't. I wouldn't. I had noticed that the hoodie hadn't been worn very much if at all. It was just used as a keepsake or comforter. I couldn't take that away from him. His sister had spent her hard earned money on it for him and I wasn't going to make light of that. Amelia and I were very close. At one stage in Logan and i's relationship I had spent more time with her than I did with Logan. Such a bright eyed child and so loveable. She was the definition of adorable. The way her silky blonde hair had fallen nearly around her face. How those innocent eyes pleaded me for a sleepover like we always had and like how whenever i was over she would ask me to play dollies with her. Of course I always accepted and that smile. Her smile. Meant more to me than anything else. If she was happy , then so was I. Logan use to be envious of how much time we spent together but truth be told, I had always wanted a little sister. Someone I could play with, talk with and pass on some of my wisdom to. Sadly, that never happened. Devastated wasn't the word and in that moment I could only imagine how Logan must have felt. How much his heart stung and how easy it was to let the darkness take over once the light was gone. I was snapped back to reality when a knock came to the door. "Um- Lilly, you've got a text message." Logan called out. "Okay. I'll be out in a minute."
That was the end of my thoughts and new ones began. I wonder who was texting me. Oh well I suppose we better go and find out.