Coming Home

Chapter 29 - Say no.

I opened my eyes to see a bleak darkness had fallen over my bedroom, the curtains hadn’t been pulled and a ray of moonlight lit the room slightly, the clock on the bedside told me it was 1:58 am.

I lay there blinking for a minute or two, wondering why I felt so...sick. Why did I feel sick? Not physically sick, it was more like the feeling I had when I was worried about something. Then I remembered. Logan.

Why am I lying in bed and not with him?

In the process of sitting up and swinging my legs off the side of the bed, I noticed there was a heavy weight across my waist, holding me down. I turned onto my side and saw Logan.

“Am I dreaming?” I whispered, half to myself, half to Logan, but he was in a deep sleep. It was rare for anyone to see Logan asleep. He usually woke with me; he never slept-in or overslept. I always thought he had a sixth sense to know when someone was watching him. Now I thought it might be an after effect from his time in the lab. If I ever woke in the night and lay watching him sleep, he would always wake and give me that knowing smile.

And as I watched him now, I knew he must be truly exhausted to be this deeply asleep. I lay for a long time that night, watching the moonlight dance across his perfect face, his golden hair. I drew the covers down to his waist so I could see the damage done from the stabbing. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, only lose tracksuit bottoms. The area was now heavily bandaged but I could see it was a serious wound. He will be in a lot of pain from this, I though.

“I’ve missed this.”

I didn’t realise I had spoken out loud until I heard his question.

“Missed what?” His voice was groggy from sleep. His eyes open enough for me to see a flash of beautiful blue.

“Sleeping with you.” I whispered.

He smiled and before I could stop myself I lent over and kissed one of his dimples.

“Shouldn’t you be in a hospital...or your own bed?”

“Probably...I wanted to be with you.” I smiled and placed my hand over his heart, comforted by the strong, steady beat.

“Logan, I have to leave soon.”

“Leave? Why?”

“To go home. This doesn’t change anything.” I gestured towards his wound. “I’ve done what I came here to do. I have my brother back. He needs to be back in his own bed. His own home.”

“What do you mean by that? ‘This doesn’t change anything.’”

“Don’t you know how much you’ve hurt me Logan? I had to lay here and listen to you with your new girlfriend-.” I threw back the covers and stood up, but before I could move his arms snaked around my waist and pulled back against his naked chest.