Chapter 72

The weekend came to an end all too quickly. Logan needed to head home on Sunday night to make work commitments Monday morning. He was getting ready to leave to make the 2-hour drive home; it was evident that neither of us wanted the weekend to end. We were hovering by the front door.

“I wish you could stay,” I said shyly.

“I wish I could stay, or you could come back with me.”

“What happens now?”

“With us?”

“Yeah.” I shuffled nervously to hear his response.

I didn't want to jump into anything with him, but I also struggled to accept that this was it for us.

“I’m not sure. I guess we both need to think about what we want and what that looks like to each of us. I mean I know what I want but what that looks like and what you want is the part that needs figuring out.”

“I know what you mean.” I agreed.

“I’ll message you when I get home and from there, I guess we will just see what happens next.”

“I guess.”

I was holding back, I didn’t want to day everything I was feeling. But I also didn’t want to let another opportunity pass me by with Logan. We had been here twice before, now. Each time I struggled to figure out my feelings and how to convey them. This time was no different.

“Leah, talk to me. I’m normally the one that struggles expressing my feelings, not you.”

“I don’t know I guess my emotions are all over the place.”

“That’s why I need you to seriously think about what it is you want, and how you see that happening.”

He stroked my cheek tenderly which inly sourred my feelings for him more. I nodded in agreement with him.

“I’m not going anywhere; I told you, you’re it for me. I am just conscious of what has just happened and the fact we are hundreds of miles apart but that does not mean you are losing me. I am a text or phone call away.”

I smiled a little more reassured.

“Or a 2-hour drive,” I laughed.

He laughed with me, “Or that.”

I knew I wanted him, but he was right, what did me wanting him look like? Could I give everything up for him? Would he do that for me? Or would we meet somewhere in the middle? The main thing was to work out my emotions and where I sat after Brax. It was too soon to jump into anything blind. For now, letting Logan go home was the best thing for both of us. Being alone would give me the clarity I needed to figure out my feelings and my head space, or at least that what I hoped it would do.

I walked him out to his car.

“Thank you for coming.” I smiled.

“Always.”

He pulled me in for a goodbye kiss that made me weak at my knees. Letting him go was hard. I watched as he drove away. My emotions mixed but somehow I felt good that they were.