On the Run

Chapter 13

I was released from the hospital two weeks ago. My shoulder is still recovering and it is a little mobile. I just can't lift anything heavy; which makes me antsy.

"Do you need-" I begin to ask.

"No," Liz cuts me off.

"Elizabeth," Blake scolds Liz. I bite my lip trying not to laugh. Blake has been so nice these last two weeks. While I was in the hospital, Liz and her mom moved into the apartment. All that needs to be done is unpacking all the boxes that Blake brought with her.

I got up from my spot in the kitchen and walked down the hall towards mine and Liz's room. Blake was just going to come and set us up and then leave. But after getting shot, she changed her mind and moved her whole life up here. Liz was more than happy when she was asked to share a room with me and to be honest, I like having her near me. I feel safe.

"Hey there," a deep voice calls out behind me, sending shivers down my back. I turn around and Logan is leaning against the door frame. His blonde tips are standing up and his blue eyes hold mischief in them.

"Did I make a house call?" I raise one eyebrow at him. A smirk takes over his face and he winks at me. 

"I must have missed that call," he chuckles. He makes his way over to where I am standing. His arms snake around my waist. I wrap my right arm around his torso, holding him close to me.

"How's the shoulder?" he whispers.

"Better," I say into his chest. He has been so sweet to me the last two weeks. He would come see me before and after school and when he wasn't working. He even offered to help with the move and Blake has been working him to the bone. I watch from the sidelines as he picks up heavy boxes and moving them from room to room as Liz trails behind him. There is nothing more attractive then to watch his biceps flex when carrying around boxes. 

"Yeah?" 

"mhmm," I hum. I lift my head off his chest and look up at him. Our eyes meet and I start to feel the butterflies in my stomach. His eyes travel down to my lips and back up. He starts to lean down and I raise up onto my toes to meet him half way. Our lips collide together igniting sparks. His hand travels up my back and caresses my cheek. His lips part ever so slightly allowing my tongue to slip into mouth. His other hand finds its place on my butt and his fingers grip it firmly. I break into a small smile and move my hands down to the bottom of his shirt.

"Amy," Liz calls out. "Ugh that's nasty you guys" Logan and I break apart from our kiss but he doens't make any move to let me go.

"Yes Liz?" I ask, slightly annoyed.

"Time to go" She turns on her heels and exits the room.

"Where are you going?" Logan asks confused.

"To go get my hair dyed so I can go to school tomorrow" A smile forms on his face.

"Good. I need to get going anyways," he gently kisses my swollen lips. "See you at school tomorrow Amy" He leaves me to swoon over what just happened. I pad over to my dresser and pull out an old shirt, slipping it over my navy blue tank top. That is the third time that we have shared such a passionate kiss. The first time we ever kissed I was still in the hospital.

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"Hey there," I smile. Logan came and took a seat next to me.

"How's the shoulder?" he asks. It's always the same intro between us. It has become a routine and I like it.

"Better" He takes out The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and opens it up to where we left off. He reads aloud to me and I stop him if I feel the passage is important. We debate over why it is and then he finally gives in and takes my side. This was the only way his mom would allow him to visit after school. He was getting his homework done but with my help. And then when he left I would make notes in my copy of his opinions. He had valid points, it was just cute to watch him agree with me.