Sometimes I wondered how in the hell I got here.
Clearly, right now I was naked in my best friend's bed. His small
frame, his gorgeous brown eyes, his soft brunette hair-God, I loved it
all. I loved him. As if he could sense my thoughts, he shifted in his
slumber, his small, sturdy arms snaking around my waist. Unconciously,
my hands began to make their way to the small of his back. I took a
moment to observe our surroundings; a dimly-lit room around 4 in the
morning, a soft breeze dancing through our window. It was a little
difficult to believe not even two hours earlier, our room was filled
with cries of passion. I let my eyes drift close for a moment, taking
in all of this.
You think after a year of being together, I'd be used to it already.
Truth was, I honestly wasn't.
The moment Logan came out to me was life-changing. 7 out of 14 years
of life we were best friends, and I never noticed he was gay. Those
moments when I scoped out girls at the local mall and why he was so
disinterested all of a sudden made more sense. That wasn't the most
shocking part, though. His confession of love was. He said to me that
I wasn't just his best friend to him, I was his other half. I refused
to believe it at first. It took me a year, but finally, I came to
grips with my own feelings towards him. He wasn't a girl, but he was
more than that. Gender all of a sudden didn't matter. All I knew is
that he was right about being his other half. We needed and loved each
other, that was enough.
He knows I saw Jo today. He most definetly was not pleased, but I did
try my best to break up with her before she had to leave for an
audition. I'm doing better with the fact that Logan and I are
together. James and Carlos still didn't know about our relationship.
They thought I was still in 'love' with Jo. At first, I had Jo during
the day, and Logan for the nights. It took me a month or two to
finally accept the fact that Jo wasn't Logan. Who gave a shit if we
were together? I had him, that's all that mattered.
When I returned home, I was greeted by a cold stare. He hated me for
an hour before I managed to break through his stubborn shell, and
explain to him that he was all I needed. His brown eyes turned soft,
and I claimed his lips as my own. He melted into me almost instantly.
Our following act was filled to the brim with lust. It's like we were
doing it for reassurance, not for togetherness.
In the middle of our lovemaking, he managed to flip me over, and he
growled into my ear, "Kendall, you're mine forever."
I flipped him back over, and growled back, "Who said I wasn't?"
It led us to here. The soft, pre-dawn light was beginning to make it's
way over the horizon, lighting our dark room. Logan stirred, and
buried himself deeper into me.
Something about him just affected me. If it were any other person,
this would be strange. But with him, it felt right. He wasn't wrong
when he said I was his forever. I was always going to be here. Always.
Oh God, I had to let him know that.
"Logie," I murmered.
"Mff," He groaned. "What?"
"Remember what you said earlier, about me being yours forever?"
"What about it?" Sleepy brown eyes met my wide awake hazel ones.
"I just wanted to let you know, it's true. I love you," I sighed, my
lips touching his forehead. "I'm not going anywhere."
"I love you too," He mumbled back, burying himself against me. "Thanks
for staying with me." His even breathing notified me he was asleep
again. I held him through the rest of the time we had together, before
a shocked Carlos and James came in to wake us.