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The fog seemed heavier than usual. I couldn’t make out the white shed or the plot next door. The sound of Logan’s footsteps alerted me that he was back in the room, but I didn’t move, I kept my eyes outside. He walked up behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist, his chin dropping on the top of my head.
“What are we looking at, beautiful?”
“Life,” I whispered, placing my hands over his arms. “It’s crazy. You grow up thinking your parents are the ultimate gods, and as you grow up you realize they’re just mere mortals, just like the rest of us, but this thing with my dad? It’s bad, Logan.” I turned around in his arms and looked up at him, blinking tears onto my cheeks. “It’s really bad. I don’t even want my last name. Like, I don’t want it if my dad is really involved with these girls and using his mentorship as something to dangle over their heads.”
“I know.” He leaned down, pressing his lips lightly against mine. “You are who you want to be. Isn’t that what you told me about my shitty family?”
“Yeah.” I felt myself smile a little despite my sour mood.
“You want me to keep showing you around the house? Then we’ll have breakfast and go home. I can’t drive you to the pep rally because I have to be there way too early, but I’ll be waiting for you after.”
“We spend one night together and you’re already pla
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“You’re bluffing.”
“You think so?”
I nodded.
“I don’t bluff, baby.” He kissed the tip of my nose, slapped my ass and walked toward the door. “You have fifteen minutes to get ready. If I come back and you’re still wearing my shirt, I’ll take it as a sign that you don’t want a tour and you just want me to fuck you again.”
He left before I could respond, but I mean, with threats like that . . .