Stay Wild

Moving Forward

The next morning I woke up earlier than usual.

Way too early for a Sunday morning.

I sat in bed momentarily, reminiscing of the events that occurred the previous day.

My mind drifted to Logan.

He drove me home last night after the fireworks. Logan offered and I complied. The ride home was quiet, we listened to a one of his playlists and exchanged a few words, merely discussing our satisfaction of the day we had. That was it really.

Well, other than the fact that he kissed me. It happened after he pulled up beside my house, he looked at me, before bringing his hand to my cheek and leaned in, our lips connecting, tongues colliding. It was unexpected but not necessarily unwanted. It was lovely, really.

He was an excellent kisser.

I smiled to myself, before frowning.

What was I doing?

I was supposed to be recovering from Nolan and this probably wasn't the best way to go about it. I was attempting to fill a void, to replace my lingering sadness with a newfound happiness, I was trying to distract myself from my own thoughts. Never mind the fact that I was still relatively unsure about Logan's intentions. Perhaps he was using me for sex?

Well, I mean, mission accomplished. If that was the case, he certainly got what he desired.

I pushed the thought of my mind, internally reprimanding myself for my own foolishness.

Of course that wasn't the case, if he was really using me for his own pleasure he wouldn't have been so eager to spend time with me yesterday. He wouldn't have held my hand and he would not have wrapped his strong arms around me.

Whatever his reasoning was, I had to protect myself, I still had a lot of healing to do and I wouldn't allow a boy to interfere with that or with my own well being.

Still, it nice was think about Logan.

My phone vibrated, disrupting my thoughts, bringing me back to reality. I picked up my phone and saw a notification of a text from Logan. Speak of the devil.

Reluctantly I read it. It was a simple "good morning" text.

"Morning", I texted back almost instantly. Seconds later, he was already typing a response.

"How'd you sleep?"

"I slept pretty good, I'm surprised you're awake this early, though," was what I replied with, casually awaiting his response.

He wasn't one to keep me waiting.

"Yeah, thought I'd go to the gym this morning, I haven't been in a while and decided it was time to get back on the grind."

The gym? Ha. Don't know the last time I've been there. The only real exercise I did was yoga and that was only on occasion.

"Haven't been to the gym in a long time," I said, hoping he wouldn't judge me.

I mean, it's not like I cared what he thought of me, anyways. I had no reason to.

"We should go sometime. I could use a workout buddy, my friends don't like to go this early in the morning."

Ugh. I hated when guys said shit like that, Nolan always used to try to convince me to go to the gym and I continuously came up with excuses. Once, he finally got me to go by promising to buy me Subway afterwards. (Which seemed a little counterproductive, but whatever). I reluctantly agreed and our time at the gym consisted of him trying to show me various workout techniques and me failing at them. I ended up just sitting on a yoga mat, wearily, while I watched him pump iron. It was safe to say that the gym and I didn't mix well.