Title:
Love Loss 5
Name:
Joy
Email: SleepingBeauty2@ziplip.com
Rating: R
"I can't
believe we just did that," Max said as they drove away from the lake.
"Skinny-dipping
was your idea," Logan immediately responded.
"I wasn't
talking about that… I was talking about…" she attempted to discuss what had
just transpired with little success.
"The
kissing? You can't believe we did that?" Logan asked in shock.
"It's not
like I haven't thought about it or that I didn't like it. I just can't believe
it got that hot and heavy that quickly," she said unable to look in his
direction.
"Why? You
seemed to imply at lunch that you found me sexy. And you're phenomenal… It's
like DAMN, whenever anyone looks at you… I guess I feel like there was
definitely hot and heavy potential there," he responded.
"But Logan
this is us… Partners… We've never gone there before. All of a sudden
we're naked, pinned to one another, making out as if our lives depended on it…
I can't help but think this is just a side effect of the fact we're on
vacation," Max said looking at Logan intensely.
Logan's
face-hardened in every way possible. He closed off all emotions to Max in the
blink of an eye. If he had more guts he would have argued that it was
inevitable, they felt so much for each other and yet something always got in
the way. If he hadn't been so hurt at how shallow she thought him, he confessed
that the trip had nothing to do with an article he wanted to write and
everything to do with getting to spend one on one time with her with no threat
of Zack busting them up. All Logan could manage to say was, "Fine! If that's
what you think."
Max
realized she had hurt Logan but she wasn't sure how. "Logan, what's wrong? I'm
trying to make heads or tails of a situation that… well…isn't common for our
relationship."
"That's
fine. Our relationship shouldn't involve me telling me how much I want you,
fine. I misunderstood today… I'll get over it," he said curtly.
"Logan you
wouldn't have said it if the circumstances had been different. If we were in
Seattle right now I doubt we would have been skinny-dipping, giving you the
opportunity to get turned on and want me," Max tried to appease Logan's hurt
ego.
"Max- stop.
You've made it very clear you aren't happy or comfortable with what happened.
I'm just glad the kids were there to stop us before we did anything that
would have totally screwed up our friendship when you went into remorse
mode," he stated with clipped speech.
"What the
hell does that mean?" she snapped.
"It means I
was set to go to the planetarium and you weren't," he snapped back.
"That's
right. I'm not about to fall into bed with you when I know damn well that I
would end up being the Rich Playboy Logan Cale's lay of the week on his
vacation and it would be Eyes Only business as usual on Monday!"
The car
came to a screeching halt on the side of the road. "Get out!" Logan yelled. Max
looked at him in shock. "Either your getting out or I am. Take your pick. But I
won't ride in the same car with some I considered a friend only to realize she
thinks I'm a bastard." Max still sat dumbly. "Fine…" Logan got out of the car
and slammed the door. He hurriedly walked away from the road so Max couldn't
follow him in the car.
It took
another couple seconds for Max to realize what had just happened. "Crap! What
did I just do?!" she muttered to herself as she switched seats. "He's never
going to forgive me for what I just said!"
Max started
the car and tried to visually find Logan in the night along the road. She saw
someone moving up ahead on the right in the woods walking kicking rocks.
Driving slowly as close to where he was moving she opened the window to yell
her apologies. "Logan…" she called and watched the faint movement stop. "Logan,
I'm sorry!" No movement. "Please come back to the car." He started walking in
the direction of the hotel not in the direction of the car. "If you still don't
want to talk to me… I'll get out of the car and walk back to the hotel."
Logan's
figure halted in his path away from the car. He stood for a moment or two
considering. "I really am sorry," she called again. Logan took a deep breath
and headed back to the car. Max halted the car and looked at him with hope as
he approached.
He stuck
his head in the window. "I'll be fine walking home Max. You needn't worry… I
need to cool off alright."
"Logan…
come on. Get in the car," she pled.
"No Max. I
have some thinking to do."
"Why?"
"Because my
best friend thinks I haven't changed at all since I first met her, even with
everything that we've been through together… I need to think about what that
means, and I'd rather think about it without you," Logan said calmly.
This was
way worse then she thought. "I don't think you're a bastard Logan," she said
with pleading eyes.
"But you do think I would use you
to meet my needs and desires without a thought to you," he said with a shrug
and walked on.
"That's not true Logan!" she called
after him. Max watched Logan walk along the side of the road ahead of her. She
sat in the running car and tried to figure out how things had gotten so messed
up. Max reluctantly drove ahead to the hotel and tried to think of something
she could do to make things better.
Logan walked along the road trying
to tell his heart that Max had just made it very clear that she wouldn't trust
him romantically. Even with everything that happened between them, all the
things they had been through it all came back to how he had screwed up in front
of the mirror when they first met. He manipulated her and she never forgot it.
He blew it long ago and it was time to face facts, life would always get
between them. He would never have his Nimue.
When Logan
finally arrived at the hotel Max was already asleep, but she had left a big
note saying she was sorry. There was a note on his bag saying to wake her when
he got in. Logan just shook his head and headed for the shower. He tried his
best to let the water wash away the memories of Max's skin and lips. He got
hard just thinking about it. He reached for a towel only to find the towels
along with his clothes were gone.
"Max!" he
yelled. "Bring my stuff back here this instant."
"Only if
you talk to me!" she retaliated.
"Max- I'm
mad about the towels not tonight. I'm not mad about earlier anymore, okay,"
Logan said calmly.
"Then you
accept my apology," she said meekly.
"Yes… Now
answer me something- why'd you apologize?"
"Because I
hurt your feelings and my statement wasn't fair," she pouted.
"Yeah, but
I really haven't done a whole lot to disprove that opinion," he stated.
"That's not
what…"
Logan
interrupted her, "It's okay Max. Let's just forget about it."
"I don't
want to forget about it; I want you to believe me," she stared at him and he
stared right back. "You're not sleeping on the sofa!" she announced after a
moment. "We're both sleeping in the big bed. Agreed?" she pushed.
"Fine… Now
give me a towel," he relented.
Logan dried
off and got into his pajamas. He climbed into bed next to Max who instinctively
rolled over to be closer to him. Her downy head of curls snuggled up on his
chest. "I'm sorry Logan," she whispered. "You're my best friend, too," she said
to be reassuring.
"Yeah- best
friend," he said with a frown before kissing her head and going to sleep.
