Of Painted Water (Logan Lerman Love Story)

A Storms A Brewin'

Authors Super Cool Note That You Really Don't Have To Read: So my lovelies, guess what? A huge storm came around my house on Friday night, and it knocked our power out. It was so freaking hot that I was personally lying on the tile floor in my house in my bathing suit. So in honor of the storm that officially broke my sanity (as if it were actually still in tact) I have written this chapter. It is kinda long, but that's mostly because I had a lot of time to write while the interwebs were down. Toodles!

P.S- Comments are very much appreciated:)

The next morning I woke up and remembered pretty much nothing from the day before (momentary stupidity after waking up, happens way too often, really). That's why I was kind of freaked out when I felt an arm around my waist. But it wasn't really around my waist, because I sleep on my stomach. As I lay there, freaking out like no other, the events from just a few hours ago came flooding back to me, and I relaxed slightly.

Because I'm fantastic at deduction, it only took me about two minutes and forty five seconds to figure out that it was Logan's arm slung over my back. I was facing away from him, but I easily flipped which side of my head I was laying on and took in the situation from (quite literally) a new angle.

There was maybe a fist-sized gap between my body and his. He was laying in almost the exact same position as he had been last night, except that his arm was slung casually over my waist. I really don't think there was anything romantic about it, it was just comfortable. For the both of us.

I turned my head over to the other side again and allowed myself to start dozing, half in the dream world and half awake. Let Logan wake up and deal with the situation. I was too damn tired for this.

It felt like seconds later when he stirred, his form shifting just a little bit as he rejoined the land of conscious people. I was faced away from him and laying very still, hoping that he would think I was still asleep. I was both interested to see how he would react and disappointed that he had woken up. His arm stiffened slightly, but other than that he didn't move.

It then dawned on my that he could be doing the exact same thing that I was. Little ass, stealing my techniques. But we couldn't lounge around all day and ignore my brother, mostly because he had my phone number and an annoying tendency to continue calling over and over again if you didn't answer.

So I slowly flipped my head once more, pretending like I was waking up, and let my lashes flutter open. What I really hadn't been expecting was for his eyes to be open sleepily as well, and for him to be so close. He smiled at me, and I returned it, but it was getting slightly awkward with how close we were, so I decided to act on it. Instead of snapping at him to get his grubby paws off (like I would have had this situation arisen) I just pretended not to notice his arm, instead starting to stretch.

It was a brilliant excuse, what with us having slept on the hard ground, and I was able to slip right from under his embrace and raise my arms above my head in the classical morning stretch. Also following tradition, I preformed the cat stretch, one which he seemed to find quite amusing.

"You stretch funny." he laughed, and I watched as he rolled onto his back and brought his arms up under the back of his head. He was still lying down, with the blankets strewn lazily over his hips. And I could hardly breath.

The position made his abdominal muscles more prominent than they had been the night before (abs are a really great thing), and his biceps seemed to bulge under the stress of the stretch. He had closed his eyes and was happily laying there peacefully among the blankets, looking pleased with himself for some odd reason.

I shrugged and got up, tugging at my shorts so they covered more of my ass before starting breakfast. It was eggs and bacon, something I had been storing in the cooler since mom gave it to me, and smelled really good. The sizzle seemed to wake up Sage, and she happily puttered around my feet as I cooked. Logan was still lounging about, so I brought him his plate, leaving the cold water bottle to rest against his ribs. He groaned.