finding thea

Chapter 32

THEA POV

I woke up and found my legs wrapping around Logan's waist. I backed up and pushed off the bed. Thank God, Logan was a deep sleeper. I head out to brush my teeth and when I was back he was still asleep. I sat at the corner of the bed as I watch him sleep. If Andy walks in now, it would be so awkward, but I couldn't peel my eyes off him.

I lied back down beside him and scan his face like I was remembering every bump and freckles on him.

"I'm beautiful, huh?" he said. I jumped up and before I got out of bed, he grabbed my hand and pulled me back in. He threw the covers over me and pressed my back against his chest.

"Logan?" my heart was racing so fast that my voice was vibrating though my lungs.

"Relax," he said. "I just want to cuddle," he said sleepily and fell back to sleep, resting his head against my shoulder.

I fit perfectly in his arms. We lied there for a good hour before Logan finally decided to get up. Once his arms lift me, I miss the absent of his touch.

"Happy Thanksgiving," he said.

"Happy Thanksgiving," I replied.

"I am shooting a music video tomorrow," he announced happily. No one is a happy to work as he is.

He went on talking about the song and the video he had in his mind.

"Can I have an ear?" I asked.

"Nope, you have to wait for the day I drop it," he grinned playfully.

I threw a pillow at him and he chuckled. I love his laugh. It gives me butterflies.

My phone rang just as Logan was stepping out to shower. It was dad.

"Happy thanksgiving, dad," I answered.

"Happy thanksgiving, dear," he said. "how are you?"

"I'm okay. Yourself?"

"I miss you," he admits.

"I miss you too."

"Sorry I couldn't spend our first thanksgiving together," he said.

"It's okay dad. Have fun with Pam," I said.

Pam and dad went on a cruise that Logan got them for the weekend.

We talked for a little before we parted so he could enjoy the sun while I get dress for the day.

Logan was down and when he came back, guilty was spelled on his face.

"What?"

"I might have used all the hot water," he said.

"Logan," I was half angry but the other half wanted to laugh. "it's okay."

"You should wait for the hot water," Logan said.

"People are coming soon. I need to get ready."

"You are beautiful, just wear some jeans and you're good."

The butterflies in my stomach would not chill. He calls everyone beautiful. But not everyone calls me that.

"Presentable, Logan. Not a human burrito," I finally said.

"What is wrong with a burrito? They are delicious," he said.

"I'm used to cold shower, anyways. No big deal," I said.

Logan looked at me sadly.

"What?" I asked.

"Does she not pay electric for you to at least have a hot shower?"

Oh.

That.

The past is the past. I still have nightmares from them. I figure if I talk casually about it, the more foreign the pain feels.

It didn't.

I jump every time I see a man with arm tattoo. My skin crawls when I smell alcohol in someone's breath. I can't even look at myself in the mirror without seeing pieces of me broken, leaving the ugly scars.

Logan wrapped his arms around me, snapping me out of my day dream.

"Let's not talk about it," I said.

"When you do, we will," he said.

I nodded.

He left against o start his vlog outside and I wonder what all of this mean. He was gentle and kind and sweet. But he is still my step-brother. This is messed up.

He was pulling with my heart strings.

Damn butterflies.