OBLIVIOUS | FanFic: Logan Paul |

Unexpected |18|

The silence was comfortable, relief almost.

The rain dampened his black hat to a more of a jet black. His black maverick V-neck had darker speckles compared to the color of the rest of the shirt.

His large hands, much bigger than mine, both grabbed my arms again.

A genuine smile began to form on my face as it did on his.

But his eyes wandered downward, to my abdomen to be more specific. My stomach churned in remembrance.

He blinked fiercely, then slowly brought his gaze to mine again.

His soft lips--that were once a brilliant pink, but are now white--parted,

"Y-You're pregnant?"

...............................

His bright blue eyes stared back at me so fiercely, mine started to water.

I didn't speak, so he repeated it again to fill the silence.

"You're pregnant?"

Uncomfortable silence. I knew that was one thing he especially hated.

"N-no," I stuttered, trying to hold it together. "Just ate a lot these past couple months..."

I tried to laugh, but the sound got stuck in the back of my throat; I swallowed a lump instead.

The joke fell flat on Logan, who stood there gaping, mouth parted down the middle. His eyes squinted to slits, and he shook his head in confusion.

"I-Idon't....this is.....whatthefuck...we....we didn't....w-we..."

"Had sex," I finished.

Another uncomfortable silence.

He turned his back, ignoring my pleading look in his direction. Did he really not care?

Yes, we had been apart for months...but from what Olga had implied, he had been screwing plenty of girls in the interim. I scoffed with resentment just thinking about it.

"Cause that's all it meant to you, right?"

Oh.

As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them.

I held my breath as the muscles in his back tightened fiercely; his hands clenched and unclenched into fists, the tension in his shoulders palpable from every angle. He had every reason to be angry, but so did I. Had he not refused to show he cared, time and time again?

I held my breath as I waited for him to turn around. To say something, anything.

Nothing.

Well, I wouldn't let him get away with it this time...

"Logan, look at me."

A heartbeat of silence, then he shifted.

Turning around slowly, he faced me with a...smile?

His nose slanted downwards the same way I remembered, and just like always, his head was slightly titled to the left—but somehow...something was different. Something was off.

My heart fluttered, a mixture of excitement and terror as he strode towards me, leaning in close enough that his breath tingled my skin. Suddenly and unexpectedly, he grabbed both of my hands, then bent down to kiss my neck, roughly and entirely out of breath.

God, entice me now why don't you.

Instinctively, my head fell backwards, my body completely responsive to his touch. As he made his way down my neckline, I could barely process what was happening... stopping for air, he swiped the surface of his tongue against my collarbone, and I gasped out loud. This was certainly not an appropriate gesture given the situation--let alone our surroundings--but I let him continue, powerless to this kind of intimacy. After descending between my breasts, he lowered to his knees until he opened his eyes, face to face with my large, round belly.