Chapter 11

**Megan**

I looked at Logan. Eric and Lynn had left and Logan was now sat on the couch with his head up so he was facing the ceiling. I sigh as he hadn't said a word since he told Eric to go away. He looked like a statue. He was so still. It was almost scary as I wasn't used to him like this, I was normally the one acting strange.

"Megan," he suddenly said. I blinked out of my daze and looked at him to see him looking at me. "Do you want to go out?"

"Urm..." I gulped a little.

"We'll go out in the city and I'll pay for your drinks and if anyone tries it on with you or starts with you I'll kill them. I'm sort of a master in that at the moment,"he said tilting his head.

"Urm no you've had quite a bit to drink and it'd be a bad idea if you get anymore alcohol in your system," I say.

"Ok,"he said and looked back at the ceiling and then looked back at me "come here,"he said, wafting his arm to me. I looked at him and I just saw this image of my father. I squeezed my eyes shut and sat down on the couch he was sitting on but sat a space away from him. "You're amazing,"he said, smiling at me; I remained silent and looked at the TV that was on low. There was an old episode of CSI: Crime Scene Investigation on as usual. "But you won't admit it will you?" he asked and it seemed he wanted an answer.

"Not really," I mumbled. He then stood up and walked off into the kitchen. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I don't know why I saw my father for that moment but it was something he did because Logan has been nothing but gentle with me.

I then felt his hand on my head. I looked up to see him look down at me and smile and then hold a bottle of vodka to his lips. I sigh a little and look away from him. I stood and took the bottle off him.

"What are you doing?" he asks

"You can't have any more to drink,"

"Why the hell not?"he said, raising his voice. I closed my eyes and opened them again and walked away from him and then he grabbed my arm "Give it back," he snapped and went to snatch it out of my hands.

"No Logan please just stop," I said and moved fully away from him. His blue eyes glared at me as if he hated me.

"Why?" he hissed "Why the fuck should I?"

"Because you're scaring me," I said quietly and everything fell silent just the TV making noise.

He sighs and I put the vodka bottle down on the glass coffee table. I wiped my cheek and went to walk away when I felt him take my arm and pull me to him. His arms came round me and held me tightly. I closed my eyes and hugged him back.

"I'm so sorry,"he said and kissed the top of my head. I sigh and just held him "I've had a shit day and doing this isn't going to make anything better I know,"he said "I'm sorry for taking it out on you,"

"Its fine," I said quietly and pulled away "I'm gonna go to bed," I said and made my way out of the room.

Once up in my room I leaned against the door and slowly started to cry. Why did he get so drunk in the first place? He even said he only drinks when he's out with friends yet here he was practically as drunk as much as my father. I squeezed my eyes shut and sloped to my bed dropping on it.

I heard the door open which made me open my eyes. I looked at Logan and watched him sit at the side of me. He sighs and moved his hands through his hair and then looked at me. I slowly moved my hand out and he took my hand in his. He lay down on my bed facing me.

"What's happened?" I ask him "you can tell me I mean I tell you practically everything," I say.

"It's nothing I've just been stupid today,"he says. I sigh slightly knowing he didn't trust me to tell me what was going on. "My friend died today," he suddenly said. "You know my friend you met?"

"Yeah," I said softly.

"Her,"he says,

"Oh," I said and moved closer to him "I'm guessing you were really close?"

"Very,"he says. "I'm sorry. I upset you,"he said moving his hand out of mine and wiped away the nearly dry tears "so much so I brought you to tears,"he states and moved closer to me "I guess my kiss has gone out of the window?" he asks. I smiled "it's funny you only smile when you're alone with me,"he said "I hope it's a genuine smile,"he said thinking out loud.

"Well sometimes you make me forget about what's happened, which I thought was impossible for anyone to do," I say.

He smiled to himself and then looked me in the eyes still smiling "can I have my kiss?" he asks.

"You're drunk and I don't want you to regret it,"

"Don't worry I won't,"he said quickly "all I ever want to do is kiss you,"he said frowning as if he was confused by it. I smiled and he looked at me again "so can I?" he asks.

I nodded timidly as no one had ever asked me if they could kiss me. He smiled and leaned in and I closed my eyes once I felt his lips on mine. I started to kiss him back as he moved his lips against mine.

His hands moved around my waist and he pulled me closer to him so our bodies were almost touching. He licked my bottom lip and I parted my lips a little and he moved his hand to my cheek down my neck and over my chest.

I pulled back and looked down at his hand to see him move it to my hip. I gulped and looked at him and then away. "Sorry,"he said softly.

"Don't be," I said quietly and I felt him kiss my forehead and then hug me tightly.

"Can I sleep in here with you tonight?"

"Do whatever," I mumbled as I closed my eyes.

"Ok, I will,"he said taking my hand in his and moving on his back so I was laid on his chest "I think I need to get changed and so do you,"

"Hmmm, no," I mumbled as I could feel myself drifting off to sleep.

"Sit up a minute," I did as he said and then watched him take his top off. I felt myself blush and I looked away from him. He had a six pack and I swear I had just died a little inside as I looked at him. He pulled me onto his chest and I could just picture how red my cheeks were.

"Can I ask you something?" I said sitting up and looking at him.

"You just did but go on,"he said moving his hand to my face and moving hair out of my face

"Do you shave or wax your chest because it's really smooth,"

"Neither,"he states "I'm not as hairy as some men thank god and if I did I'd wax it,"he states.

"Why?"

"Because I'm lazy and waxing would last longer,"he states.

"As if you know that," I said smiling and rested my chin on his chest. He looked down at me and stroked my head.

"Well it's common sense,"he said "but anyway would you prefer me to have a hairy chest?" I screwed up my nose "I'll take that as a no,"he said chuckling

"Hmm you should," I said and rested my head on his chest.

"Off to sleep now?" he asks

"Yes," I said and moved my arms around him.

"Are you cold?"

"No I'm ok, I have your body heat," I said snuggling into his chest.

"Ok,"he said and reached for the lamp and switched it off.

"Night," I say

"Night," he said and kissed my head and I fell asleep in his arms.