Bittersweet Love

Chapter 18

Logan's point of view:

I feel as if I have just awakened from anesthesia. I feel a bit dizzy and I'm tired. What happened? I can't remember. Okay, one after the other. I wanted to go to Camille in the morning because I wanted to tell her what her dad had said to me. I wanted to know if he told the truth or not. Unfortunately, she wasn't in her apartment and Mr. Roberts didn't want to tell me where she was, of course. I went to the elevator. There was someone else … not Camille … Carlos. Right, Carlos was also in the elevator. And then … Now I remember. The elevator got stuck. Oh man …

I open my eyes and realize that I'm in my room. But I'm not alone. Camille sits at the end of my bed and reads a magazine. How long has she been here? How long did I sleep at all … or was I unconscious? Whatever, Camille was with me all the time. I straighten up. She doesn't notice, she is too absorbed in her magazine. I approach her carefully. When I'm finally close enough, I put my arms around her from behind and pull her to me. She is startled, then she smiles. "How are you?" She asks worriedly.

"I'm tired," I reply truthfully, resting my head on her shoulder and closing my eyes. It's quiet for the next few minutes. My head is still resting on her shoulder while she gently strokes my hair. "I was really worried about you."

I don't say anything.

"Luckily, Carlos was there. I don't want to think about what would have happened if you'd been in there by yourself."

"Camille …" I mumble and open my eyes. "It's okay. I'm good."

She looks at me in surprise. I look embarrassed to the side. "I mean … I don't want to remember, you understand? That was really bad for me and I would be very happy if we didn't talk about it. I just want to rest, okay?" Carefully, I glance at her. She nods. "Of course. You're right. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize," I say softly, hugging her. Then I lie down again. She lies down beside me and again it's quiet for some time. But in my head, the thoughts are running.

'Should I do it? Maybe the fact that the elevator got stuck was a sign. But if I don't ask her, it will not leave me alone. I just have to know.'

I clear my throat briefly and then say hesitantly, "Um … That may sound a bit strange now. But … Do you remember when we … no, when I broke up with you?"

Her curious look is replaced by distrust. She nods.

"Yeah, well … I've been thinking about some things the last few days and I was wondering … well, how you got along with it."

"You know how I felt."

Okay, that will not work. "Camille … your dad told me something at this dinner. He said that you suffered a lot after the breakup. I just want to know if that's true or if he lied to me."

She doesn't answer. A bad sign.

"Is that true?" I repeat, my tone becoming more urgent.

"How would you feel if your great love ended your relationship just because you were so stupid and kissed one of his best friends?"

"Why didn't you tell me that? We were still friends after all."

"You don't tell your friend that you're crying for nights because you feel guilty and would do anything to get him back."

Okay, she's right.

"Besides … Would that have changed anything, if you had known?"

A difficult question. I really don't know. Camille seems to feel that because she puts her hand on mine and squeezes it gently. "It's okay, Logan. The whole thing is forgotten. Let's be fine with that. Okay?"

I nod. There is no point in continuing to discuss it.

"What else did my father say?"

"He said he realized he couldn't keep us apart. But he could at least make sure that I don't make you unhappy. Then he told me about this thing and threatened to harm me if I dare to make you sad again." To my great surprise, Camille smiles suddenly.

"What's there to laugh about?" I ask a little indignantly and sit up. Camille does the same. "Don't you understand?"

"What should I understand?"

She grabs my shoulders. "Logan, my dad said he realized he couldn't separate us. That's a good thing."

"Yes, but what about his threat?"

She grins. "You don't want to make me unhappy, do you?"

"No, of course not," I assure her quickly.

"So we don't have to worry about him. Do you understand now?"

What Camille says sounds logical, yet I don't feel safe at the thought of her father. Maybe he's already planning something new to make life difficult for us.

"Now stop worrying so much," Camille says, pulling me close and kissing me.

Actually, I don't believe in such things like superpowers. But if there's someone with such powers, it's Camille. She always manages to calm me down and she has the power that I forget everything around me as soon as she kisses me. I deepen the kiss and a desire that I haven't felt for almost a month suddenly awakens in me. This feeling is still so new and strange, but still wonderful. My hands slide down her sides and land on her stomach. As soon as I touch her skin, she moans. My right hand wanders up, until Camille suddenly stops this movement. The regret on her face is obvious, yet she gently pulls my hand away. "Don't do it …"

"Why?" I ask, clearing my throat 'cause my voice is hoarse.

"The others are sitting in the living room, waiting for you to wake up. You slept really long. Any moment someone could come to see if you're already awake."

My mind tells me she's right. Nevertheless, this desire hasn't subsided yet. "It's not just about this thing," I say quickly, hoping she'll believe me. "I think if we have more … experience with it, that's probably not so important anymore. But we are still at the beginning. These few times are just … not enough, I think."

"I know what you mean. Unfortunately, it's not possible at the moment."

"I miss spending time with you without having to worry about the others. Is that really asking too much? It's so unfair."

"I know, Logan. I know," Camille says softly, hugging me.

"I miss you," I whisper in her ear.

"I miss you too. But believe me, we'll find a way." She kisses me and once again everything is forgotten. Then she takes my hand and gets up. "Now let's go to the others and show them you're better."

"Is that really necessary?" I ask, realizing that I sound like a child. Camille laughs and pulls me to my feet. Before she opens the door, I say, "This was the longest time we've been alone since the whole drama started."

She smiles sadly. "True. But we can do it, right?"

I nod, but I'm not sure. "Yes."