Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 32

"This weekend?" Alice asks, her concerned breathe falling far too quickly from her lips.

"Hey, if anyone should be freaking out its me." I joke, but I'm not joking at all.

"Katherine. Marriage is a huge deal, are you sure you want this?" She asks, the calm setting in finally.

I nod frantically. "I do. I love him, Alice."

"But, so soon?" She smiles meakly.

"They're making us have kids Al, and I mean, I should be happy that he wants us to be well, married. Before." I look up at her, checking the clock in the meantime. He'll be home any minute.

"Katherine, you've been a nervous wreck all week. It's Thursday. This gives you two days. Just don't, well. Logan can be persuasive. Don't do anything just be vase he-"

"Alice, I want it okay! I'm just scared."

"Scared of what, sweetheart?" Logan interupts, and I cringe. I hadn't even heard the door open.

Alice speaks up, "I'll talk to you layer Katherine. Please think it over." She sends Logan a weak smile before grabbing her bag and walking out the door.

"Kat?" Logan asks, a small smile on his face while he tries to understand what's wrong.

"Hey, you're crying. What's wrong?" He's at my side in a second, his hands cupping each side of my face and wiping the tear from my eye with his thumb.

I shake my head, forcing a smile. "Nothing, sorry."

He shakes his head, "You're not getting away with it that easy." He grabs my body, forcibly pulling it towards his. It's the kind of hug from the movies. The ones that are always so explicitly written and detailed.

The ones you can't even begin to explain. The ones where your head is buried so far inside of his chest that you can hear his heartbeat, and the ones where his arms are wrapped around you so tightly that any rational person would fear for their life.

The ones that he uses when he knows she's scared, to tell her that he loves her. 

This was one of those.

I don't say a word. Just hold him.

...

"What are we even gonna do?" Logan asks, laughing as I get my pajamas ready.

"I don't know, Lo." I chuckle.

He rolls over onto the side on the bed, facing my while I rummage around in my dresser.

"We have to spend the rests of our lives together. And you watch Red Band Society at the same time I watch the 100. I wish I knew this before I proposed. This is detrimental, Kat." He laughs.

I send him a fake scowl, crawling onto the bed and naturally making my way on top of him.

"I think we could figure something out." I mumble, dragging my teeth against the side of his jaw.

"I'm sure we could." He answers, calmly.

I pat his chest a few times, hopping off. "Well now that's settled, I'm gonna hop in the shower." I smile, sending him an overly flirty wave and shaking my butt as I walk.

"Way to leave a man hanging." He mumbles, sitting up and scratching his head in his adorable manner.

I close the door behind me, turning on the hot water and slipping my shirt over my head. I look in the mirror, smiling.

I hadn't been self concious before. But now, now I was confident.

I slip my pants off with my panties, my bra following after. I take another look in the mirror, a new pride soaring through me. He loved me. For, me.

"Admiring yourself?" Logan chuckles, shrugging his shirt over his head.

"No." I blush, grabbing a towel to cover up.

He snatches it out of my hands angrily. "Please don't cover anything up, gorgeous."

I nod, exposure seeping through. "Can you, get out? I, I need to shower?" I mumble, drawing the curtain back and stepping inside.

I pretend not to hear the sound of his zipper over the roaring water, or the familiar sound of his pants falling to the floor, his belt falling against the tile.

And I stay facing the opposite direction she the curtain pulls back and he steps in, his face to my back.

"Lo." I smile, hiding my smirk.

"Yes, beautiful?" He asks, his hands slowly falling to my shoulders.

"Were in the shower together." I chuckle.

"About time, don't you think?" He chuckles back, leaning down and pulling my hair over one of my shoulders and kissing the other.

I hear him grab the soap, and suddenly his hands are on my back, rubbing in slow circles.

"What are you doing Logan?" I ask, the soap spreading across my back, his movements gentle.

"Don't interrupt me when I'm being romantic." He says, his hands dripping lower as he drops to his knees, running his hands down the back of my legs.

Then he turns me around, his face level with my stomach. He looks me in the eye, brave as always, as he runs his hands down my legs, his lips connecting with the skin right below my belly button, and he moves his way upwards until his lips reach mine.

"I love you, Kat"

"I love you too"

.....

"You're not allowed to sneak up on me again, mister." I laugh, snuggling closer to his warmth.

He sighs, dramatically. "I guess I'll think about it."

He wraps his arm around me, the natural sleeping position taking place. His arm around my waist and my head on his chest.

"Night, Kat."

"Night, Logan." I mumble, smiling.

He's mine. I'm his. I don't know why I doubted it for a moment.

A/N:

Short, but a chapter. I have some evilly wonderful things planned dear readers. Keep on reading and let me know how it's going. This is more of a filler, but big thing are coming.

Have a wonderful day.