Logan

48. Christmas, Part 2

*Logan's POV*

Natalie fell asleep against me quicker than I could fall back asleep, and I waited until about 8:00 am. I was comforted by the glow from the Christmas lights, the sound of Natalie's even breaths, and her warmth against me. Micah woke up first, jolting awake.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" He asked, his words panicked, but quiet, and I shook my head.

"Nah, I've been awake since about 4:00, I couldn't sleep. But I'm fine. You could probably go home, come back and shower and he wouldn't even notice." He shook his head and wiped his eyes a few times.

"Honestly, the last thing I want is to be alone, I brought a few days of clothes, all I have to do is throw mine in the wash. Thanks man." He smiled, carefully stepping around the bodies.

Alex eventually rolled over, put out his hand and when he felt nothing he sat up and looked around. I told him Micah was taking a shower so he nodded and went to his room. When I found out that AB had skipped town, I felt awful for Alex.

I looked over at my brother and he and Kellan were still cuddling intensely. It was nice to see them, happy and from what I've noticed, in love. It would take them both a long time to admit it, but they were smitten with each other.

My sister and her girlfriend were only parted a few feet, but it said a lot. I could hear them arguing in the bathroom last night, and they came out pretending that everything was okay. But from what I could tell, it wasn't.

My eyes drifted a little, and I finally fell asleep.

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*Natalie's POV*

Noon came so fast, I wasn't prepared. The smell of turkey in the oven, bread rising, and the sounds of Micah and Alex laughing upstairs in his room. I looked beside myself to see Logan still sleeping, his head on my shoulder, arms crossed and even breaths.

I shook him awake, "Hey, you should wake up." He gave me a little grunt, and slowly sat up.

"Merry Christmas," he leaned over slightly to kiss my cheek, then wandered up to my room.

I checked to make sure the bathroom was free. The feeling of hot water against my hair felt so amazing, that I didn't hear the door open. I opened my eyes and Logan was making full eye contact with me.

"OH my god!" I turned only slightly, but my lower half was still visible. "You scared me."

"Hey, what is that? Can I come in?" I nodded, so he opened the door to the shower, a cold draft seeping in before he was standing in front of me. His eyes met mine, my hands still covering my breasts, feeling vulnerable. He'd seen me naked before, sure, but not in this setting. His fingers trailed my hair, then pushed most of it away to reveal my tattoo in it's entirety.

"It's my tattoo," I shivered a little, but the steam helped. "I got it a few weeks ago."

"What does it mean?" He moved me so the warm water washed back down on me, his other hand still on my shoulder.

"Music, life, love, you know. I wanted it to cover my-

"Your scar, right? They couldn't go over it directly, but he did a really good job. I love it Nat." He smiled, and his eyes met mine. I could see the hesitation in his eyes. "Can I?" He leaned in slightly, and I managed to mumble a 'mmhmm' before his lips gently pressed against mine.

His kisses were soft, tender, and I felt a hunger. I found myself pulling him closer, and when my hands drifted lower to him, Logan's hand pulled my wrist away, until my arm was over my head, and he had me up against the wall. His fingers intertwined with mine, my arm was still around his waist. His other hand was on my face, his thumb against my cheek and his fingers pressed into my neck, almost roughly, pulling me closer to him. My leg rose, and he let go of my other hand to press his hand against my hip before lowering it down. I could feel him against me, a surging need, but instead he pulled away and kissed me on the cheek.