Breaking Point
I stared at Logan, my breath caught in my throat, his words reverberating in my head. “If you keep avoiding me, I’ll fuck you right here. Do you want that?”
The heat in his eyes was unbearable, a mixture of challenge and desire that sent shivers down my spine. My heart pounded as I tried to form a response, but every word I thought of crumbled under the weight of his gaze.
And the worst part? I didn’t hate the idea.
That realization hit me like a lightning bolt, and I stumbled to my feet, grabbing my bag as I avoided his piercing stare. “I have to go,” I said quickly, my voice shaking.
“Emma—” Logan started, but I was already halfway to the door.
I walked fast, my legs trembling, the air feeling too thick to breathe. I didn’t stop until I was outside, the cool breeze biting against my heated skin. The memory of his voice, his words, his presence—it was all too much.
I wanted to give in. That was the scariest part. I wanted him, wanted to let go of every excuse, every defense, and just let myself feel. But I couldn’t. Not when the risk of falling apart completely felt so close.
As I walked away from the library, I realized I wasn’t running from Logan. I was running from myself.
***
Lunch was unbearable. Vanessa and her friends sat at their usual table, throwing me pointed glances and whispering behind their hands. I kept my head down, pretending not to notice, but the weight of their stares was suffocating.
And then Logan walked in.
He didn’t hesitate. He walked straight past Vanessa’s table, ignoring the way she called his name, and slid into the seat next to me.
“Hey,” he said casually, slinging an arm around my shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world.
The entire cafeteria went silent.
“What are you doing?” I hissed, my cheeks burning.
“Eating lunch,” he said, stealing a fry from my tray.
Vanessa stormed over, her heels clicking against the tile like gunfire. “Logan, what the hell?” she demanded.
He didn’t even look at her. “Busy, Vanessa.”
Her jaw dropped, and for a second, she was too stunned to respond. Then she spun on her heel and stalked away, her friends trailing behind her.
The cafeteria erupted into whispers, but Logan didn’t seem to care.
“What’s your problem?” I snapped, shoving his arm off my shoulders.
Logan frowned, his playful smirk fading. “What’s yours?”
“You can’t just do that,” I said, my voice rising.
“Why not?”
“Because it makes things worse!” I said, standing abruptly.
Logan grabbed my arm, pulling me back. His voice was quiet but firm. “This isn’t a game, Em. Not to me.”
