Toxic: Logan's Story (Torn #4)(49)
Men.
“Quit whining. We need stuff for the apartment,” I said as I walked toward the personal care items. I grabbed a bottle of shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and toothpaste. After I tossed them into the cart, I moved on to the next aisle.
“I don’t see why you couldn’t come by yourself. I hate shopping. Hate it. People are rude as f*ck.”
“Well, you could have stayed home, but then the next time you needed something like body wash or toilet paper, I would make you beg for it,” I teased. “If I shop on my own, everything I buy is mine.”
He grumbled under his breath as he threw stuff into the cart. I couldn’t help but smile at him. Sure, I could have come on my own, but I wanted him with me. Watching him push around a cart while we shopped made me feel like we were just a normal couple. With everything going on in my life I knew we were anything but, but I ignored that. I just wanted some normalcy after so many months on the road, and Logan was my safe haven.
After we finished in the personal care section of the store, we headed back to where the food was. As we walked from aisle to aisle, I threw food into the cart, not paying attention to whether or not he was doing the same.
“Please tell me you’re buying more than this crap.” He pointed down to the vegetables I’d just thrown into the cart.
“Why?” I asked, confused.
“Because I need real food—meat, snack cakes, pasta, soda. I can’t live off of that green shit.”
I raised an eyebrow as I looked at the muscles that were clearly visible under his tight black shirt. Over the past two years, Logan had changed dramatically. He’d always been fit, but he was nothing but pure muscle now.
“There’s no way you look like that by eating junk food.”
He smirked as he walked up beside me. “I’m good at working off calories.”
I sucked in a breath as he ran his hand down my ribs and stopped at my hip. His touch felt like fire against my skin.
“In fact, we should probably get more junk food. That way, I have an excuse to work off more calories.”
He released me and stepped back, but he was still staring at me like he wanted to take me right then and there.
I spun on my heel and started walking. “I’ll get the cakes!”
I could hear his laughter following me as I turned the corner. Asshole.
I couldn’t keep the grin off my face. Yeah, I really f*cking like normal.
Two Months Later
Two months had passed, and it had been two months of pure f*cking bliss. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this happy. Even with the band, I hadn’t felt the way I did now. Whether he realized it or not, Logan was changing me. He made me so happy that it scared me. Anytime I’d ever come close to happiness in the past, it had been blown to hell and back.
Living with Logan wasn’t at all what I’d expected it to be. I’d expected it to be the same as living with Eric had been back in West Virginia. I had been prepared for all the things that came with living with a man—the mess, forgetting to put the toilet seat down, and other normal things like that. What I hadn’t been prepared for was how it felt to wake up with Logan in my bed every damn morning. Not one day had passed when I didn’t wake up with my body pressed up against his as his arms were wrapped around my tiny frame. It was like our bodies were drawn to each other as we slept.
The sex was unbelievable. I’d thought we would slow down after the first few weeks, but so far, that hadn’t happened. We would be together every chance we got. Just thinking about the way he’d looked this morning as he’d taken me hard and fast had me rubbing my legs together in anticipation of the next time we would be alone. I’d explored every inch of his body, and I still wanted more of him.
My relationship with Bethaney had started out rocky when we first showed up, but after two months of spending nearly every day together, we were best friends once again. It was like the last six years had never happened. Bethaney and Logan had been getting along great. Maybe that was because she was a younger version of me—hotheaded, opinionated, sarcastic, and funny. Well, I thought I was funny at least. It was obvious that she had missed me just as much as I’d missed her. Logan had told me that both of us would smile constantly when we were around each other. Bethaney and I were making up for lost time and making each other’s lives better in the process.
Crossville was starting to feel like home again, but the fact that Logan and I would be leaving soon never left my mind. Logan wouldn’t mention it, and me, being the f*cking coward that I was, wouldn’t be the one to bring it up. We had a week left here before we planned to head back to West Virginia. Once we got there, I had no clue what would happen.
I would have to go back to California to work on the new album. Even though I wanted to stay with Logan, I couldn’t. I had responsibilities. I just wasn’t sure where that separation would leave us. Logan would be starting classes again in a little less than a month, so it wasn’t like he could stay with me in L.A. I had my life, and he had his. I had no clue how we were going to make it work.
A long-distance relationship was the obvious decision, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I didn’t think I could handle being thousands of miles away from Logan—that was, if he even wanted something more than this summer with me. I had no f*cking clue what he wanted, and I wasn’t going to ruin what we had right now by asking.