finding thea

Chapter 34

THEA POV

Seattle trip was over quick. Mackenzie drove us to the airport in the morning after a post-thanksgiving breakfast.

"Give your phone number so when I go back to LA, we can hang out," she said.

"Totally."

We exchanged our phones and waved goodbye.

I sat next to Logan on the flight. I had the window seat. We were on air when he crashed into a deep sleep, resting his head on my shoulder. He was tired from shooting late last night so I didn't push him away.

I hugged my knee against my chest and lean my head against his. His vanilla hair shampoo filled my lungs. When Pam took me to LA, I expected a different life, but I didn't expect Logan. He was gentle, kind, and loving.

But, damn, he was my brother.

I know what I was feeling inside is wrong; the little spark when I watch him walk towards me, the butterflies that flutter when our skin touched, the tingling heat I feel when we are together. These things should not had happened. My toes shouldn't curl up every time he pulls me in. My heart should not be racing when he says my name or when he jokes, and chuckles, and smiles.

Damn. I was in deep shit. I need to leave before this gets worst.

What is worst then getting my heart broken?

Getting his heart broken.