Logan

2. Intention

My breath caught in my throat, my lips parting as I attempted to answer him. I hated that he did this to me, turned me into a bumbling mess, incapable of even the simplest of human functions "Nat? You there?" A smile ghosted across his lips as he snapped his fingers in front of my face, abruptly bringing me back to reality.

"Sorry... you just, caught me off guard..." I trailed off, my hands fidgeting with the edges of the display "I didn't really feel like being around that many people so I came here." My eyes darted away from his, trying to find something to focus on, anything but his eyes... Logan let out a long sigh, and I glanced up just as he was running his fingers through his hair, his perfect, delicate but strong hands, always decorated with rings. Gorgeous, antique silver rings "I actually was looking for the new Hozier album but they sold their last copy earlier today apparently..."

"So you're free the rest of the night then?" That damn voice of his... the way he seemed to choose each word so carefully. Wait. Rewind for a second, did he really just ask me that? "You wanna help me with something? I'll buy ya a coffee for the trouble." Despite my mind screaming at me to tell him no, I still found myself nodding at him, then swallowing hard when he held his hand out towards me.
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"Seriously! The black was a good choice..." I trailed off as the waitress appeared at the edge of our table, setting our drinks down in front of us and mumbling that the food was on it's way. The 'help' that Logan had needed was me going with him to the shop to pick out a new jacket to wear at the next few concerts he had scheduled with my brother "It'll go with your whole... vibe."

"My vibe?" He laughed, almost spitting his drink out and I felt my face flushing red as I looked away from him. I couldn't believe I'd let that slip out "Hey. I'm not saying I don't agree with you..." Logan must have noticed the way my face had involuntarily fallen when he'd laughed at my choice of words, because he sat his high ball glass down on a coaster and reached his hand across the table, stopping when I pulled my hands into my lap "I'm sorry that my offer of a cup of coffee turned into dinner?" He leaned back against the bench, his hands again running through his hair, his damn perfect hair...
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How I ended up at Logan and Scarlet's house, sitting on a beat up couch in their garage watching Logan as he tuned his guitar and messed with his pedal board, I honestly had no idea.

Dinner had been... well, awkward. There was no better word for it. I was distracted, and not even by him. It had been a long year, after the breakup, after...

"I could teach you some day... that is if you want... I know Alex has mentioned you used to play?" Logan had cut off my inner thoughts and I gave him a slight nod, my fingers picking at a patch of frayed fabric on the cushion of the couch "Why'd ya stop? If you don't mind me asking?"

"My dad's second wife delights in telling me I'm not good at anything... and I guess I finally let it get to me." I shrugged, turning my head away from him, hoping to find something, anything to focus on. Why was I opening up to him... I rarely even brought up my father around Scarlet "Sorry... I know you don't care."

"Well. She sounds like a total bitch. And I'm gonna help you alright?" He sat down on the couch right next to me, his leg settling against mine, causing a shiver to quickly run over me "And before you try to argue, because I know you will, I want to do this. You can borrow one of my guitars over there..."
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