Chapter 71

Once I was home, Logan checked over my hand and it didn’t look too bad. It did feel like I had jarred my wrist though so to be safe we strapped it up a little for support. Brax started blowing up my phone apologizing for his behaviour and what he said. Logan took my phone and blocked his number. It took me another hour or so to fully calm down and relax.

Logan put on a movie for us to settle onto the sofa to. I snuggled up into him. Hearing his heartbeat, feeling safe in his arms, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest had me falling asleep in his arms. I stirred when I felt him pull out from under me. My eyes flickered open as he scooped me up into his arms. My head nested in the crook of his neck, while my arm drooped over his shoulder. He carried me to bed effortlessly. He managed to pull the quilt back and place me gently onto the bed. As he tucked the quilt up around me, my hand grabbed his.

“Don’t go,” I whispered tiredly.

There was a dip in the bed as he sat next to me and stroked my face softly.

“I don’t think that me staying, is the best idea.”

Looking at him with sorrowful eyes, “I don’t want to be alone tonight. Please stay with me.”

He agreed without me needing to ask twice. Kicking off his shoes, he stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed next to me. Rolling over, I huddled to his side. With one arm around me, the other stroking my arm across his chest; we fell asleep blissfully together.

That was the first night we spent the night together. Even though nothing happened and, in that moment, it was for nothing more than the company and the calming effect he had on me, it felt so right.

The following morning, we jumped awake to a thumping on my front door. I dragged myself out of bed and headed downstairs rubbing sleep from my eyes. I unlocked the door and opened it to find a drunken Brax standing there propping himself up on the door frame.

“Brax,” I gasped.

He barged past me and into the house, wobbling as he walked into the living room. There was a small bruise that was clear on the side of his chin. I proudly smiled to myself upon noticing it. As he wobbled into the living room, he started rambling. Nothing he was saying was making sense. He was throwing his hands around and the rambling started to make sense.

“She did this, she knew exactly what she was doing and wanted to ruin everything.”

Stepping cautiously towards him, “Brax, are you talking about Laura?”

Footsteps came down the stairs, I turned to find Logan there with his trousers on but still shirtless. For a moment, I couldn't help but admire him. Brax surged towards him with his finger out accusatory.

“You did this.” He continued to ramble.

“Brax, are you drunk?” I asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He pushed me hard; I stumbled and fell to the floor. Logan rushed to my side.

“Logan to the rescue, why are you always there?” Brax asked.

He wandered off into the kitchen. Logan held out his hand to help me up. I asked him to stay where he was while I approached Brax.

I placed a hand on Brax’s chest, “Brax, what happened?”

“She did this.”

“Laura? What did she do?”

“She set everything up, she made me lose you. Now you won’t talk to me, now he is here, of course he is here, why he is always here.” He paused, “Why are you even here Logan?”

He was becoming clearer and less rambled. Logan approached cautiously.

“Brax, I know you are hurting right now. I know exactly how you are feeling. When Leah chose you, it tore me apart. You need to accept what you have done and leave her alone. You need to walk away.”

“I am sorry.” He turned to me. “I just need to know you don’t hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, but what you did hurt me deeply. I can’t forgive you Brax, at least not any time soon.”

He nodded seemingly in agreement and acceptance. We watched as he walked out and disappeared. I knew it was awful to think so, but I really hoped it would be the last time I would see him.