Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
My heart hurts. This is pure fuckin’ torture, but I don’t care. Instead of pulling away or guarding my heart like I know I should, I lean into him even more. I commit it all to memory. Every feeling, every thought, every way he makes me feel because if this is the last time he holds me, I’m not going to waste it. I’m going to relish it. I put my hand to his chest and start to ramble. My fingers trace across his skin, and little goosebumps pop up. “I know you don’t want to hear it. There’s things you don’t know about me, and it’s not an excuse, but if you knew them, it might make my betrayal easier to understand.”
His voice is grave. “You kissed another man, Bree, and for the rest of my life I’ll have that image in my head.” He sucks in a deep breath and slowly blows it out. “Go to sleep, okay?”
I close my eyes and think back to our past. We were so good together. From the instant I saw him in that bodega, I felt a special bond with him. We dated for months. He was on a mission there, and we were lucky because we were able to spend so much time together. We knew it would end, but when his mission was over, he didn’t leave. He stayed in town, and we continued to date. At that time, I couldn’t leave the city, but I knew eventually, when I was able, I would follow him wherever he wanted to go.
I yawn and feel myself falling into slumber. I fight it hard, but so many sleepless nights are catching up with me, and when I finally do go to sleep, tucked into Logan’s arms, I’m ready for it.
I don’t wake until the sun has come up, and I’m in my bed alone. I stretch my arms and legs out, then look at the pillow next to my head. There’s an indentation, but any hopes that Logan is still here are slowly dashed. He’s gone. I don’t even have to lift my head to look or call out his name. I know he’s gone.
I lie back on the pillow and think about the night before. He didn’t have to come, and he didn’t have to stay, but he did. He mentioned us being friends, and I grimace replaying his words in my head. I don’t want to be friends with him. I want so much more.
I lift up to my elbows and can’t help but smile. I slept through the night. I didn’t have one nightmare, and I know I have Logan to thank for that.
I reach for my phone that is plugged in on the nightstand. I unplug it and look at the time and then shoot up in bed. Nine o’clock! I slept until nine o’clock. My alarm didn’t even go off.
I jump out of bed and run to the bathroom. I’m glad I showered last night because I’m going to have to rush to get to work. I dial Logan’s number frantically. “Logan!”
He’s on high alert. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“I overslept. I’m so sorry. I’ll be there as soon as I can. The alarm didn’t go off and—”
He cuts me off. “Bree, stop. It’s Saturday. There’s no work today. I turned off your alarm because I knew you had probably set it and I wanted you to get as much sleep as you could. I left you a note.”
I gasp and walk back into the bedroom, looking for a note. I grip the phone tighter as I walk into the kitchen and spot it on the counter. “You turned off my alarm?”
His voice is husky. “Yeah, you were sleeping so good, I wanted to let you rest.”
I scan the note he left me. Hey Bree. I know you’re going to be in a full blown panic this morning when you find out I turned off your alarm. Take the day off. I know you’ve been working weekends and you should take the weekend off. Logan
“Bree, you there?”
I hold the note in my hand. He wrote it on a Post-it note that he must have gotten from my desk. “Yeah, I’m here. Thank you again. For last night, I mean.”
I hang up before I do something stupid like tell him I still love him. I toss my phone onto the counter and lean my head back with my eyes clenched closed. Last night was the best night of sleep I’ve had in a long time. It’s hard to tell how tonight is going to go, but at least I got one good night’s rest. I’m not sure what I’m going to do today if I’m not going to the office, but I know I need to get ready for Monday when I face the man whose heart I broke and who I would give anything to have love me again.