Page 203 of It Should Have Been You

Or maybe he didn’t look at it.

At this point I don’t know what I wish for more: for him to have read it or not.

I step away from the doors, choosing to leave them open as I pour the first glass of wine.

It’s almost midnight: a ridiculous time to start drinking, but my blood needs the kick of alcohol to remain pumping.

I switch off the lights, wanting to be in darkness like the house next door.

I always feared the darkness until I moved here. And if I were anywhere else, I wouldn’t leave my doors wide open, but no matter what Logan thinks of what’s in that journal, I know he’s there. The thought alone wraps around me like a warm blanket.

Nothing can touch me here.

Nothing but his dark eyes.

My breath is knocked from my lungs as he appears at the open doors, hands gripping the frame, breathing heavy.

“What the fuck are you doing with the doors open?”

I cling to the counter like it can keep me planted to the ground. “I always leave them open when you’re home.” There’s no point in lying to him. That’s the truth.

He steps inside, and the oxygen in the house gets sucked out. His chest is heaving, the muscles in his arms straining, making the veins protrude.

He read it.

And I’m not sure if he’s drunk or mad.

“Have you been drinking?”

“No,” he answers honestly as he takes another step forward.

Mad it is.

“Logan?”

My mouth goes dry as my legs meet the stool and I sit.

He’s still so far away, yet not far enough because I don’t know what’s going to come next.

“How many times did you walk past the studio?”

“What?”

“Goddammit, answer me.”

I put everything in that journal. Including the days my feet lead me to King Tattoo Studio. It wasn’t to see him exactly. I wanted to know he was still there, that I didn’t imagine it all.

My safety.

Hands balling into fists at his side, his nostrils flare, but he doesn’t move.

Is he angry with me?

A lump forms in my throat, and I fight to swallow it before it makes my voice break.

Biting my lip, I place the wineglass on the counter before standing and putting more space between us. With every second, I feel the frustration bubbling under my skin. “I don’t know, Logan, about as many times as you thought about looking for me.” The second the words are out of my mouth, I want to suck them back in.

I watch as his shoulders rear back like he’s shielding his body from a blow, and it breaks my heart.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com