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Chapter 5

Dana's POV

I've done a lot of thinking these past couple of weeks. It's been a total roller coaster of emotions which has got me acting very out of character… but I don't know. Maybe it wasn't how I was expected to act… but maybe it was how I really am, when I'm not pretending to be strong. So much has happened over the last year and I really don't know where to begin.

I knew we had to talk about happened. But… I just wasn't really ready for what he said. I mean, it was Logan! I expected him to deny he felt anything… be tough. I expected him to at least pretend he was OK. In fact… the first words he said, when we were finally somewhere quiet told me the opposite.

"Look, I'm not going to pretend I'm OK. I'm not going to say I'm happy about what happened, but I do love you. And that means I want to be with you and spend time with you, even if it's only on friendly terms, OK? So…we need to talk about this."

I didn't expect him to be so honest. He looked so vulnerable.

I told him everything. I just started talking, and I couldn't stop. He didn't interrupted me either… he just placed his hand on top on mine when I finally finished. Tingles ran up my arm.

Ooh la la.

Logan's POV

I spent about 4 hours in front of the mirror the night before. 'Big surprise' I hear you say… well I wasn't just reassuring myself of my hotness (although Dana did make me doubt it a little). I was practicing what to say to her. As it happened, I bumped into her the day after. I forgot everything I planned to say… I forgot every cool brush-off I'd tried to perfect for the moment when she tried to apologise.

Damn it!

She sat down… and said my name under her breath. She probably didn't even know I heard her say it. But it made my stomach turn over. The butterflies down there started to race around and I felt a little sick.

She told me the whole story from her point of view.

About how she only wanted Pierre cos he was available.

About how she really wanted me the whole time.

About how she broke up with him.

About how HE kissed HER.

'Yeah. Right.' The annoying voice in my head told me that she didn't have to kiss him back, that she didn't pull away. I ignored the voice…

I placed my hand on hers. She looked up at me, with big eyes. She looked like a deer caught in headlights. I shut my eyes involuntarily. It was the same look I'd seen on her face when she saw me watching her and Pierre on the tower. I didn't want to remember that night. She looked at me again…she seemed confused. I just felt completely out of it… because in my mind all I could see was flashbacks of the last time that look was on her face.

"Hey Dana, that you up there?"

"No, Logan!"

"Dana!"

"It's not what you think, Logan, wait"

…

"Screw you Dana Cruz, screw you!"

"I LOVE YOU!"

"So what? That's NOT ENOUGH… You hear me? NOT ENOUGH! "

The voices in my head replayed over and over until soon I felt the room spinning. Voices whispered inside my brain

" You know she chose him"

No. She didn't mean to.

"She left you, pretty boy"

She had to go to France. It was an opportunity!

"Not such a player now are we?"

Leave me alone! Go away!

"Not even your family cares about you"

Dana does, my mom does!

"Dana doesn't care, nobody cares"

NO!

Dana grabbed my hand again. "Logan, Logan, are you ok?" I guess I shouted out loud…

Suddenly the room wasn't spinning.

Dana was sitting extremely close.

Oh boy. She leaned in closer and closer…

And finally our lips touched. And mon dieu, it was like fireworks.

I leaned into the kiss, pushing her against the back of the chair. I hooked my finger into the pocket of her jeans, pushing the images of her and Pierre out of my head.

The kisses got rougher, and rougher…and fiery, and passionate, and bruising. I bit her lip, cutting her smooth mouth and making her moan with something I can only describe as painful pleasure. I got that metallic bloody taste on my tongue. Yeah, Logan…. make her bleed, I thought to myself. I dug my thumb into her side, and she whimpered. Not so strong now, eh Cruz?

The room was spinning again. Any second I felt like I would faint. Was it just me, or was it getting hot in there?

I love you… I whispered it into her ear, and murmured it again as I kissed her. I kissed the words into her cheek, and her mouth, and her shoulder, and the top of her neck.

By now we were on the floor, my head and heart were throbbing. I thought I was probably dying, but hey, at least I'd be dying happy…

Then she mumbled something sexy in French. I scowled as I thought to myself, 'probably something Pierre taught her'. I pushed her roughly of the chair and into the wall… once again she seemed to like the pain. I kissed her hard on the mouth, harder and harder, reopening the cut. Her hands were wandering all over my body and mine were probably doin the same. I ran my fingers through her hair and grabbed her ass, and dug my thumb into the hollow of her back. This time I felt her wince, felt the pain it had somehow caused her. I no longer cared, I knew it wasn't physical pain but I was so dizzy that I couldn't stop. Then she groaned the magic word…

"Pierre…"

Then BANG. No more dizziness. No pain. No world. Oblivion.

Nobody's POV

She had that look on her face again. She wasn't quite sure what had happened. One minute he was kissing her… and dominating her. The next minute… the spell had broken. And he… well… he looked broken. The kissing had felt kind of surreal…but it felt right.

He was punishing her. That's what it felt like. Punishing her for the pain she caused him. He'd seemed really out of it. His hands were everywhere, and in the heat of the moment, he'd found her weakness. That place… the hollow of her back that was a constant reminder of Pierre when she glimpsed it in the mirror.

She'd said the wrong name. She only realisedher mistakeonce he told her.

He'd seemed to blink, and recover from whatever emotional turmoil his brain had been in.

"You called me by his name."

She snapped back to reality…

He stood there staring at her, his voice dulled as if he'd been drugged and his eyes heavy with pain and regret.

She started to speak, then shook her head and said softly. "Well you know what… the whole night, and you've avoided saying mine".

He looked into her eyes.

"So?"

"So say it, Logan. Say my name…"

He seemed to think for a moment. He muttered something to himself... telling himself he didn't need her. Her eyes pleaded with him. Slowly and deliberately, he stepped back from her.

He straightened up, shrugged, then smirked.

That's when she knew she'd probably just lost him again. The return of the smirk.

He rolled his eyes, and took a deep breath. Then, making sure to emphasize the use of her name said,

"Goodbye… DANA."