Exit Wounds

Chapter 11/19

Veronica woke up to the sun shining in through her window. She grunted, unhappy with the greeting and turned her head. She pulled back, lifting her head and looking down. She touched the mound she was using as a pillow and grunted softly. She raised her chin, looking towards the head attached to the mound and let out a soft breath. She felt relief and laid back down. That could have been a disaster. A strong arm wrapped around her and held her close to the body next to her.

"Good morning." He spoke softly in a mumble.

"Morning." She smirked at the sultry way she spoke. "You moved me."

"I did. I didn't find the floor to be that comfortable." He lifted to kiss the top of her head. "And I needed the snuggle. You are lacking in teddy bears. I had to settle for you."

"I never needed a teddy bear." She stretched her legs out. "Ugh." She reached behind her and covered her head with her pillow. "Wine is evil."

Logan chuckled. "I personally think the harder stuff is worse."

"Oh. No. Wine is sneaky. You think 'Oh, it's just adult juice', but actually, it will lay you on your ass." She groaned.

"Need a hangover cure?" Logan gently rubbed her shoulder with his thumb.

"I don't doubt that you have one, but I will be fine. I just have to get up and deal with it." She didn't move.

"Roni?" Logan softly said after a minute.

Veronica groaned in response.

"Want me to go make some coffee?" He chuckled softly.

Veronica nodded.

"Up for some food?" He was smirking. She could tell.

Veronica shook her head.

Logan kissed her head again. "Ok. Coffee." He smoothly slid out from under her head and off the bed. "Want me to bring it to you?"

Veronica started to nod. Her head perked up and she rushed out of the covers, throwing the pillow to the side. She crawled quickly to the foot of the bed and stumbled onto the floor. She ran through the door and into the hall.

Logan blinked and watched her. He looked to the bathroom, but she didn't go in. He followed her as she ran out into the living room.

Veronica grabbed her phone out of her bag and mumbled under her breath. She dialed a number and waited.

Logan stopped in the hallway and watched her with a brow raised.

"Come on... answer." Veronica pleaded softly and sighed. She waited for the voicemail message to end and the beep. "Hey, I am so sorry! I had a rough night and completely forgot to set my alarm. I hope your lack of answering isn't because you are avoiding me or still asleep, but that you made it to your interview and are dazzling the pants off them. Call me later. Again, I'm sorry." Veronica ended the call and tossed the phone onto the couch. She turned and walked to the coffee maker and started making a pot of coffee.

"I thought I was doing that." Logan walked up behind her, but leaned against the counter across from her.

"I'm up." Veronica wasn't in a good mood. "I was supposed to call a friend-"

"Yea, I figured out what the call was for." Logan smiled. "So..." He started.

Veronica turned the coffee machine on and twisted to look up at him. "Yes?"

"Brunch." He grinned wide.

"Ugh. No food." She turned back and watched the water dripping slowly into her coffee pot.