Snowed In

Chapter 11

Logan was going to be death of me. He was getting used to being around me and opening up. The storm was easing up and a little sun was peeking out. I tried to get service and was able to place a two minute call before the signal cut out. Trying to get outside was a bit of a challenge because the snow was too high and piled up at all the doors. The porch also could not be seen.

Today was a little chillier than the rest so I wore my jacket inside.

Logan was in the kitchen doing lunch for us.  I was dreading leaving now. Logan made me feel like I didn't have to pretend everything was okay and he made me promise I'd get my mother help regardless of my father's reservations.  He was right. My mother might kill one of us these days.

"Lunch is done Bella." He said setting the plates on the table.

Today he did chicken Alfredo.

"This looks delicious. It better taste good."I said teasing him.

"Hm."

Something was wrong. He was closing up again.

"Logan-"

"You're soon leaving so don't make this anymore complicated than it has to be." He said looking in his food.

"Logan...I have to go home, but I've been here for a week and some days.....maybe I could another week if you want me to."

"As I said. Let's not complicate things. I'm sure you have other people back home that need you more than I do."

Silence sat heavily between us. My hear rate was almost through the roof. He just said he needed me. In a way I needed him too. I slept better and after a couple days sleeping together he stopped having nightmares.

"I didn't mean that."he said gruffly.

"I'm not gonna act like you didn't just say it. I'm also not gonna act like I don't need you to."I said shoving forkful of my Alfredo in my mouth.

I tasted the food and I moaned and closed my eyes. This was the best dish he ever made for the both of us.

"This is delicious.  You should be a chef."

"No thanks. I don't agree with people.  If the town was to you and I together they'd have a field day."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I don't talk to people.  Maybe...I've fucked a few town whores...but....that was a while."

I flinched when he said it so cruelly.

"Sorry for the language. "

"It's okay Logan. I know you hate talking about feelings but Logan...I can't pin point this feeling. When I think of leaving....."

"Dont." He said slamming his hand on the table.

I closed my eyes and felt tears prick my eyelids. I refuse to let this ass hole see me cry. I opened my eyes and met his glare with one of my own.

"When you stop being a little bitch then we can talk. Thanks for the food."

I took my plate and went into his room and locked him the hell out.

I knew that Logan felt something for me. I know he had a rough life and maybe that's why letting people in isn't easy, but if someone is willing to be there, letting be there is the best option.  Not many people had the privilege of having someone by their side.
Selfishly I wanted to be in his life. He didn't have anyone and I wanted to be that someone.  A week ago I never would have imagined that I wanted to be someone's go to.
Now...every time he touched me I feel hot and bothered...even flustered. When he looked at me I just felt trapped. When spoke to me, every word he said twined around my heart because everything he spoke about I could relate to. And I understood him. And he understood me. I couldn't figure out why he fighting this. Maybe I was imaging things.....maybe he just wanted sex and a warm body. If that was all he wanted, that would surely break my broken heart again.