Silbie Luna just wanted to pass her classes and become the first undergrad co-captain for her derby team. She never thought shooting a promo for the athletic department would lead to a coveted role in a highly anticipated movie series. But not only...
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Silbie raised her nightshirt to make sure she still had on her panties.
Logan made a strangled noise. Something between disgust and exasperation. She wasn't sure which.
"Are you kidding me? You think I'd undress you while you were sleeping? Jesus, Silbie. I know I aggravate you, and I realize now that the set incident was sexual assault, and I'm sorry. I don't want you to worry about me. It won't happen again. I'm not a perv." In one motion, he rolled out of bed and headed for the door.
Silbie came to her feet. "Stop! It's just—seeing you in bed with me—well—I..." She couldn't finish the sentence because she didn't know what she thought. But, his expression broke her heart. She had to fix this. With two more movies ahead of them they needed to have a good relationship.
He turned to face her. "I know you're serious about some guy. All the flirting shit I do is just—well, according to my therapist, a defense mechanism. I got in bed with you because sleeping on the couch was killing my back. It was broken when I was twelve, so I already have the spine of a seventy-year-old. Look, I even stacked pillows between us so we wouldn't touch."
Now she felt worse than ever. He'd never complained during the few action scenes they'd done together. There was so much she didn't know about him. Maybe it was time to change that. "What do you mean a defense mechanism?"
"You don't really want to know about my weird psyche, do you?" He rubbed the back of his neck, then leaned against the jamb. "Cause I'm one messed up dude."
She sat on the edge of the bed and patted the area next to her. "Come here. Tell me all about Logan Foster."
At first, he hesitated, and she thought he might leave, but then he moved to the bed and sat beside her, leaving enough distance so they didn't touch.
"Dr. Minton says I joke around so if someone doesn't like me, I can blame it on the teasing. You know—not the fact they don't like me. The real me."
"But doesn't that trait show the real you?"
"It's complicated. Has to do with me trying to be accepted into all those foster homes. Joking identifies with happiness, and everybody likes a happy person. At least most do. Didn't work out for me so much. But I guess it's a good theory."
"How'd you break your back?"
His bottom lip quivered and he turned away for a moment, then faced her, his eyes hard and cold. She'd never seen him like this. Clearly, a serious injury at such a young age had left more than physical scars. "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it."
"One of my foster dads threw me down the stairs."
A gasp caught in the back of Silbie's throat. "Oh, my God. Logan. I'm so sorry."
"Don't be. At least it got me away from him. The next home wasn't so bad. Dr. Shrinky-Dink, she hates it when I call her that, anyway, she says everything that happens, good or bad, plays a part in where we end up, and since I've landed in the movies, I need to let go of the anger."
