Disclaimer: I have never nor will ever own any of the characters. They belong to Rob Thomas. If I did own them, I would never have done what he did.
Chapter Seven
Veronica's POV
I'm not sure how long we lay there, but eventually I can't take the silence anymore. I speak the only thing that I can think of right now, which is, "How?" His response is a confused, "How what my love?" The term of endearment would normally be something that I would scoff at, however with the year of silence and separation caused by me thinking he was dead, leaves me thinking any words I hear from him are glorious. A small smile creeps across my face as I lay there and just soak in all the wonder that is Logan.
He looks at me curiously, not knowing what has caused my tiny smile, but I simply nod to encourage him to tell me his story of the last year of his life that I have been missing from. While I lay there and listen to his story, I can't help the growing anger I feel building inside of me. I can't comprehend how something as important as informing me that my husband was not blown into a million tiny pieces outside of our home, could be forgotten.
I try to calm myself down because I don't want the first real conversation we have had since our wedding day to be laced with anger; however, I feel that I am fighting a losing battle. He finishes his story and without saying a word I slowly stand up, grab his hand, to pull him from the bed, and start heading towards the shower. I continue to pull him along behind me and remove my clothes as we go. I know he is confused by my lack of response, but I'm choosing to avoid the situation instead of fighting about it.
After all, I have been jaded by life and this last year has only made it worse, so in spite of that fact that I swore I would change if I ever got him back, I decide to again run from a tense situation and the easiest way for me to do that is with a distraction. Glancing back at Logan I smile because he is the best distraction there is, especially when it involves him in the shower.
I start the water and as I am allowing it to warm up, I turn around and start to remove his clothing. He looks and me quizzically and asks, "Veronica what are you doing?" I pause for a second before I respond with "Logan I'm angry at everything that the Navy put us through, I haven't seen you in a year, and I don't want to fight with you about it. So, I am going to need you to cuss the anger right out of me." I hear a small gasp before that classic Logan smirk appears on his face and he says, "Yes ma'am," and I can't help but think, Oh how I have missed that mouth of his.
I step into the shower and grab his hand to pull him with me. The warm water hits me first, but I wrap my hands around his biceps and spin us so that he is in the water. I reach up on my tip toes to run my fingers through his hair, while the water cascades down his chiseled body. I grab his shampoo that I still have in the shower because I couldn't handle throwing it away and start to lather his hair. I think back on all the times over the past year that I would stand in the shower until the water ran cold, just smelling the familiar scent that was him. Nothing compares though to the smell of that shampoo on him. It's a perfect mix and everything that is Logan and I can't help but be in awe of the fact that he is here.
I rinse his hair and grab his body wash to wash the rest of him. As I am washing him, I slowly take my hand across each part of his skin looking for any new scars or marks that weren't there a year ago. There's a small one on his left shoulder that is only about an inch long, a round one on his right peck, and a long one that runs along his right bicep.
The whole time that I am making new memories of my husband's body, he is watching me, so when the first silent tears start to fall, he notices and puts his fingers under my chin to slowly lift my head up to kiss me. The kisses start off as small lingering pecks, but quickly develop into something more when he slides his tongue along my bottom lip, seeking entrance into my mouth. I happily oblige and a small moan accompanies the urgent kisses.
He pulls me close and I wrap my legs around his body as he turns and presses me against the tiled wall. It isn't long before we are lost in each other's embrace, trying to eliminate all the hurt that radiates out of us from the last year. As the tension builds, I softly plea for release, that he is more than willing to provide. We find bliss in each other and we are left breathless and sated after our intimate time together in the shower.
I quickly start to wash, but Logan takes over for me and washes me the same way that I washed him. The water is beyond cold by the time Logan decides that I am clean enough, but neither one of us cares. Even with everything that has happened, and everything that we still need to discuss, we can't stop the smiles that spread across our faces due to the simple fact that no matter what it is we have still to come, at least we get to do it together. I make a silent vow to never take that for granted because I am getting a second chance at life with Logan and it is just too short to waste it.