Logan

104. It's Just Too Much

*Desmond's POV*

Alex and I were working in the kitchen while Natalie stayed in the room, resting. He'd been in the middle of making something when I showed up anyways, so I'd offered to help.

I never noticed how muscular Alex was, his jaw flexed as he cut a few apple slices, his eyes focused on the knife in front of him.

He must have noticed me staring, because he looked at me and then went back to his work, "You know, if you take a picture it lasts longer."

I shook my head, "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare."

Alex smiled, wiping his hands with the towel on his shoulder, "It's okay, it's not the first time a cute boy has looked at me."

I felt my cheeks blushing, "Thanks. I-"

Just as I was about to speak the front door opened, and someone walked in. I'd seen him before at The Iris, Logan Grey. The same Logan Natalie had mentioned... His hair was ear-length and dark brown, a red bandana around his neck and a white shirt with suspenders. He was clean shaven, and held a bag in his hand.

"Hey, I was wondering if Natalie came home yet?" Logan asked.

Alex put his finger to his lips, "Shh, she's resting right now. It'd be best if you came back later."

I looked down, continuing to peel the apples for Alex.

"Hey, who's this?" I looked up again, Logan was now glaring at me.

I put down the apple and the peeler, wiping my hand on the towel in front of me. "Hey, I'm Desmond Raleigh, I was the EMT at the scene of her... accident." I placed my hand out.

Logan's eyes scanned me, my leather jacket, my shoes, and when he shook my hand his other hand clasped around my wrist and turned my hand over. I looked over at Alex nervously as he scanned my hand. His thumb grazed my fingertips, calloused from playing guitar. He knew, I could see it in his face. Fuck.

Alex broke the silence, his voice firm, "Logan, let go of him."

Logan let go and looked at me for a few moments. Then he broke eye contact and looked over at Alex. "Can I talk to her?"

Alex nodded, "Sure, but only for a few minutes."

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*Natalie's POV*

I scanned the notifications on my phone, Instagram, Twitter, I hadn't seen anything about my accident and I breathed a sigh of relief, but carefully. I instead uploaded an old picture of Canyon and I during one of my sets, with the caption, 'missing this' and clicked my phone on silent as I heard the dings of notifications surge in.

"Hey." I heard a quiet knock, and the familiar sound of Logan's voice. It almost sounded apologetic.

I looked up and put my hands together. "Hey."

He looked like he'd shaven, possibly even taken a shower. I ignored the last thought of him and I showering together, and pushed it from my mind. "What do you want?"

"Can we talk?" He asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. His body language was screaming that he wanted to be closer to me.

I shook my head, "I don't know, Logan, do you have any more lies you'd like to spin?"

"I didn't lie."

"You didn't tell me when it mattered."

"Natalie, I wish we could forget this, and go back to how things were."