Logan

3. Girl Like Me

He'd gone over a lot of basic stuff with me, knowing I would pick it up fairly easily with my previous experience. The moment Logan had placed his hand on mine to adjust the way my fingers were gripping the neck of the guitar, I'd involuntarily let out a gasp... Again, because I seemed to be unable to control myself around him.

His skin had seemed so warm against my own, a smirk ghosting over his face at my nervousness "You alright?" I'd bit my lip and managed to nod at him, giving him the ok to continue the short lesson...
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"Good morning." I yawned, rubbing my tired and blurry eyes for a moment before focusing on the voice that had just woken me up. Logan. He sat down on the end of the couch by my feet, and I could tell he was trying to hold back a laugh at the horrified look on my face "You probably don't remember asking me if you could stay..." He leaned forward, setting his coffee cup down on the table in front of the couch, running his left hand through his hair "We had a few drinks, after the short lesson I gave you. You were..." He let out a quiet laugh, before scratching his chin and then making a looping motion with his finger "Really drunk. You managed to ask if it was alright if you slept it off on my couch, and then promptly passed out on the ground..."

"I'm so sorry..." I sat up, holding back a groan at how sore my entire body was. Logan moved to help me, but I shook my head at him "I'm going home."

"Natalie wait..." I didn't turn towards his voice as I grabbed my jacket from where it had conveniently been placed on a hook by the door. I was so embarrassed about what had happened, that he'd likely had to carry me to the couch in his room...
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I hurriedly walked down the sidewalk, ignoring the rain that had lightly started falling "Fuck fuck fuck..." I shouldn't have just left. I should have talked to him... I continued to go back and forth in my mind, thinking back to last night as hard as I could. I couldn't remember much of what had happened after we'd put the guitars away and headed inside the house for drinks. A small flash of the back of Logan's warm hand and the stark contrast of the cold metal of his rings against my cheek as I lay on the ground of the den... and then his strong arms moving underneath my torso as he picked me up.

"You look like shit." Alex smirked from across the kitchen where he was leaning his back against the counter, waiting for the coffee machine to finish it's very important job "Where were you last night?" He still eyed me curiously as I grabbed my cup off the counter and took the coffee pot as soon as the light was green "Just tell me you were... safe..." His words faltered, and I felt my eyes watering. He'd been the first to know what my ex had done...

"I was with Logan." I left it at that. I didn't want to explain to him that I couldn't remember exactly what had happened... I quickly downed the remainder of my coffee and set my cup on the edge of the sink and then left the kitchen before he had the opportunity to push the issue any further. I needed to be in my room, I needed to think and clear my mind at the same time. The headache I knew was coming was also incentive for me to try and calm myself down, and as soon as I got to my room and shut the door I found myself crawling under the covers.
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"I think she's asleep man..." My brother's voice echoed down the hallway, and I struggled to focus on my alarm clock to see what time it was. I'd been asleep for nearly 6 hours... I moved to get out of bed, almost immediately freezing when I heard my doorknob turning and someone quietly entering my room.

"I just wanted to make sure you were alright." Logan. He sighed as he moved closer to the bed, and I was having a difficult time pretending that I was still fast asleep "Look. I can say this because you can't hear me right now. I really like you. Always have." My heart began pounding so loud in my chest I was certain he would hear it and stop talking... "Maybe I've never acted on it because you're my best friend's little sister. I may seem completely calm around you but inside I'm panicking. What if I say the wrong thing, what if I scare you away for good." He sighed, and even though I couldn't see him I knew he was running his hand through his hair, and I felt the edge of the bed sink with his weight "One day. One day I'll find the courage to tell you all this when you're not asleep. Until then..." Logan very carefully moved my hair out of my face, his fingers just barely grazing over my skin and I couldn't help the shudder that ran over me "You are beautiful..." The warmth of his breath brushed against my cheek as he pulled away, the smell of his cologne lingering in the air for what seemed like hours after he left the room.