Stay Wild

Learning to Breathe

I rested my head on Logan's broad chest as he gingerly ran his hands through my chocolate tresses. My rosy cheeks were dotted with the remnants of tears, as I attempted to distract myself from the befuddled thoughts that encircled my brain. I intently listened to Logan's gentle breathing, feeling his chest rise and fall beneath me. In the midst of my immense bewilderment and tumult was an intense feeling of well-being and consolation.  If Logan hadn't arrived when he did, the situation easily could have escalated and spiraled beyond control. Nolan had revealed his belligerent, vehemently hysterical nature, which truly petrified me. Who knows what his next action would've been? In a way, Logan saved me. I was indebted and grateful. Right now, as I lay on his torso, his strong arms wrapped around me, encompassing me, I was provided with a sense of tranquility. The turbulent storm had ceased. Now was the calm.

"Everything will be alright, I promise you." Logan softly whispered into my ear. His voice was oddly melodic and soothing, much in contrast to how deep and husky it usually was.

"How can you be so certain?" I faintly inquired.

"Because I won't ever let that asshole lay anther finger on you or hurt you ever again, that's why." Logan's formerly velvety tone was replaced with a ridged, slightly strained one.

I released a meek sigh, my peachy lips agape.

"I'll take care of you." Logan whispered as he caressed the top of my head with his lips, planting a kiss in my tresses. His arms seemed to hold me tighter, as if I would vanish into thin air if he loosened his hold of me.

"I know you will." My words were airy and delicate.

For a fleeting moment I basked in the warmth that enveloped me. I found solace in the comfort of Logan's arms. I was so tired of hurting, I wanted the constant anguish and despondency that enveloped my being to recede, to disappear once and for all. It was my desideratum to find a lasting joy. Perhaps Logan could aid me in discovering it. Although, deep down I knew that happiness was something I had to obtain on my own.

I was so ready to finally move on. Nolan has controlled and negatively influenced my emotional well-being and overall state of mind for a far too long. I rejected the mere notion of spending the last bit of my teenage years wallowing in melancholy.

Lifting myself off of Logan's broad chest, I sat up and turned to face him. "While I appreciate your tenderness, I need to learn to care of myself. I can't rely on others to make me content any longer. Contentment is something I need to find on my own."

Logan didn't utter a word. Instead, he pulled me close, enclosing me with his arms.

"It's not that I don't want to pursue any sort of relationship with you, I do-I just...need to go at a slow pace." My tone was so light I was worried he was unable to discern what I had said.

"We have all the time in the world."

Before I knew it, Logan leaned in. His lips teasingly brush mine before our mouths connect and we kiss one another with such desperation, such fervor. I find myself lost in the moment of passion, all of my thoughts and senses are seduced and I feel as if I'm unable to breathe. Logan's calloused hands cup my face as he pulls me down on top of him. He's in control as he begins to kiss me with an unexpected aggression. He moves his hands from my face as he begins to caress my petite figure, exploring my every inch. I winced ever so slightly as he grabbed my waist. I wanted Logan to the fullest capacity, his affection made me feel alive. However, I felt an urge to pull away and so I did.

I took a second to catch my breath.

"Chandler." Logan murmured, he pronounced every syllable carefully as if to savor the word.