45 Days with Logan のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

ABBIEI knew Demon wasn't going to compliment my new look, but I wished he had. I went through all that stress just so he could ask if I watched that video, instead of telling me I looked beautiful in my new hairstyle.But I was the fool expecting sweet talk from someone like him.However, the kiss with Demon was really good. I finally knew how to kiss. I wasn't perfect but at least I was able to kiss him back.I still can't believe I had asked him to kiss me, but the deal had already been done and I loved it.Would I do it again? Definitely.Demon left last night after we kissed. It was the breaking of a new day and yet he wasn't back. He didn't even tell me where he was going.It's so obvious he never likes staying in one place. He wasn't like me who was caged her whole life.Lying on the bed and scrolling through the internet, I came across a photo of Daisy online.It was a picture of her and me from last year during winter break. She had visited me and we had taken a picture when

𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉Papillon giggled, tightening the way her thighs were wrapped around my waist."Thank you. Thank you." Papillon giggled, kissing me again, again, and again... each one sweeter than the last.Nothing felt sweeter than her acting this way toward me."Logan got me a studio! Yay!!!" she laughed, bouncing in my arms.She must really have confidence in me that I won't let her fall from the way she kept jumping in my arms."Put me down," she suddenly said."Why?" I asked, not ready to let her go. I didn't mind if she stayed in my arms like this for hours."I want to do something," she said, that perfect smile not leaving her face."What do you want to do?" I murmured, pressing my hands on her ass.Damn... it's so fucking soft."I wanna rap a song for you," she beamed."You wrote a song for me?" I asked, feeling impressed."Not really… it just popped into my head. Just now," she replied.I reluctantly set her down on the ground, my hands lingering on her waist longer than necessary.

𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉I told myself I wouldn’t hurt her.I made myself a promise, a vow carved into the darkest part of my soul, that I would never be the reason tears touched her eyes. I wanted her to feel safe around me, to stop looking at me like I was something to fear. I told myself that even if I was heartless to the rest of the world, I would never be heartless to her.But what did I do?I hurt her.I fucking hurt Papillon again.This time, it was worse than whatever I had done to her before. The highest I’d done before was grab her arm or neck, but not to the extent of strangling her.This time, I slapped her.I raised my hand on Papillon.What was I thinking doing that to her? What got into me to have raised my hand on her?When I saw her with that man, something dark and ugly erupted inside me. It wasn’t anger alone... it was something far more poisonous. A fire I couldn’t name burned through my veins, scorching every rational thought.I hated the way she was smiling with him. That smi

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀I sat on the cold black floor, my arms wrapped tightly around my thighs as if I could somehow hold myself together. My head rested between my knees, and the tears just wouldn’t stop. They kept falling hot and endless, soaking my skin.Demon slapped me.He actually raised his hand on me.This wasn't the first time I had been slapped. Mom had slapped me several times whenever she was disappointed in me.But the fact that this particular slap came from Demon hurts more than all the slaps I had received from Mom.I know he’s a monster... a heartless creature carved straight from the pits of hell. I know ruthlessness runs through his veins, and violence comes to him as easily as breathing, but still... not in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine he would hurt me this way.I thought we were getting along.I thought we had finally reached a place where I didn’t have to fear him every second.I was wrong.So horribly wrong.My cheek still burned from the force of his hand. And when

𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉She tried to break free from the kiss, her hands pushing weakly against my chest, but I only shoved her harder against the cold black wall. The impact echoed, sharp and unforgiving. I kissed her like a man possessed—no, worse… like a man who didn’t know how to stop.My lips crashed against hers, devouring, demanding and desperate.She refused to open her mouth for me, her resistance was clear, her body stiff beneath mine—but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I forced the kiss anyway, ignoring the way she trembled, ignoring the way she didn’t kiss me back.This... was my apology, on how I didn’t mean to raise my hands on her.This wasn’t the right way to apologize to her, but I just couldn’t do it the right way.Perhaps one sorry from me will stop all the anger she has for me. Maybe it would erase the way my hand had struck her earlier. Maybe it would silence the storm I’d created inside her.But I’m Logan. How can I possibly tell her straight in the face that I’m sorry? The first