A Welcome Burden

Chapter 13

As our night at the biker/country bar progressed the more tipsy I became. On top of the 5 bourbon I've had, I ordered 3 more while Logan and I played pool. Playing pool was actually fun. I'm glad Logan suggested we come out tonight.

"Your shot Chey."

"Let's see." I said rubbing a small blue chalk square on the end of the cue. After all those drinks I'm having a tough time standing up. I leaned against the pool table attempting to aim but failing miserably.

"Is someone a little bit tipsy?"

"Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not." I said again attempting to aim up my shot.

"Let me help you out." Suddenly I felt Logan's chest against my back. His hand held mine steadily as I took my shot.

The feeling of Logan's breath against my neck sent a shiver through my body. I wanted Logan. It has been a long time since I've felt pleasure from a man. I'm just too big of a coward to voice my feelings to him. Who knows if he would want to do anything with me? I guess that's how life turns out.

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Logan's POV
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The clock on my radio showed it was 5 minutes till one in the morning. We had left the bar a few minutes ago after Cheyenne couldn't steady herself enough to play pool. I barely got her to the truck before she passed completely out. In the 5 hours we were at the bar I had went through several pitches of beer but I've been drinking for a long time. I can handle my alcohol. Cheyenne can't however.

The 8 small bourbon shots she had would have never phased me which proved her to be a lightweight. One thing I did notice before she passed out, when she's tipsy, she opens up more. I loved watching her up on that stage singing with so much passion and never taking her eyes off of me. I bet if she was sober she would have never gotten up there.

I glanced over at Cheyenne as I drove through the campground to get back to our spot. She looked so peaceful as she slept. The full moon lit up the cab showing me the bronzeness of her smooth face. She was perfect in every way to me. I pulled into our spot and turned off the truck with a sigh. I have it bad for this girl. There's no denying it. I felt like a teenager from a chick flick crushing on the most beautiful girl in school. I want to tell her how I feel about her but I'm afraid I'll scare her away.

Hell she's a beautiful young woman and I'm this grizzly looking man who doesn't know one aspect of my existence. There's no way she could fall for a man like me could she?

"Chey? Chey we're back. Time for you to wake up." I said nudging her but she never moved or made a sound.

"Cheyenne?" I said again shaking her. She was out of it completely.

I got of the truck and went over to her side. The door opened and she lid right into my arms. The smell of her cherry blossom shampoo went into my nose. I loved that smell. For such a small girl she sure was heavy. I carried her to the camper and opened with door miraculously with one hand before laying her down on the couch.

"Logan?" She said not opening her eyes.

"I'm here." I pulled the blanket over her and watched as she snuggled into the couch.

I sat down on the coffee table and stared at her sleeping form as she faced me. Her fiery colored hair was draped across her face and I instinctively reached out and brushed it away. I couldn't look away from her.