Chapter 52

I leaned my head onto his chest, breathing in his scent. I put my arms under his jacket and wrapped them around his waist. He followed my lead and held me tight for a few minutes before pulling out of my hold and looking at me.

“What is it?”

“I didn’t realise exactly how much I have missed you.”

I felt a pang of guilt rising inside as I told my truth. I did really like Brax, but the hold and connection I had with Logan was indefinable and undeniable.

He pulled me back into his arms and held me for a little longer. I wanted to fall asleep in his arms, but I knew I couldn’t

“Logan,” I said pulling back. “I need to know why you walked away.”

“I didn’t want to.”

“I know, but I need to know why.”

He sighed heavily. “We should sit down for this.”

I nodded and followed him inside. The ride in the elevator was enough to feel the heavy air between us. As the doors opened into the penthouse, I gasped at the size. It was so open and airy; I could imagine the amount of light that would come in through the windows. It was very much like his apartment he had back home.

I found myself taking a seat near the window and watching the world outside. It brought so many memories back of my time at his apartment. Before I knew it my mind had wandered away from why we came upstairs. Logan stopped and watched me for a while before breaking the silence.

“Leah?” He brought my mind back into the room.

I looked at him with soft eyes as he pulled up another chair opposite me.

“I want to be open and honest with you, but I need you to know this is not something I am very good at.”

“Being honest?”

“Being open to people. I am normally a very reserved person. I don’t often open up to people and especially when it comes to my feelings.”

“Then why am I here, Logan?” There was a hint of distain on my voice, but I couldn’t control it.

His hands shot forward and grabbed mine as he heard the tension in my voice. I didn’t mean for my words to sound so sharp, but I also didn’t want to be messed around or my time wasted. His thumbs stroked over my knuckles slowly as his eyes darkened.

“Because I want you to know me fully. I want to open up to you; I just need you to know how hard this is for me.”

I swallowed hard and nodded, giving him the floor to take all the time he needed. He seemed to understand my unspoken word; after taking a few deep breaths and fidgeting slightly to get comfortable in the chair, he seemed ready to tell me what he could.

“I left because I misunderstood you. I thought you were going to leave.” He paused.

“I know you have already told me this, Logan.” Once again, I could hear the tension in my voice.

“What I didn’t tell you, however, is I left because I was scared.”

“Scared?”

“I was scared of getting hurt, scared of you moving back here and me losing you completely. In my own twisted way, I thought if I left it would make it easier for me.”

“Easier how?”

“Because I wouldn’t be there to watch you walk away and walk out of my life. I had feelings for you deeper than I was ready to admit. We met under such extraordinary circumstances, I doubted whether what I was feeling was real or not.”