"I think you broke my heart Veronica…" Logan said simply. "I think seeing you be with him is torture, and I think you already knew that…" his voice was thick with emotion and the words were still ringing in her ears.
Veronica had hoped that with time and conscious thought that they would be able to untangle themselves from one another and become friends again but while she had clung to her old-new-again-boyfriend Duncan Kane for some kind of stability, Logan had spiralled into too many party's and too many bimbos, now it seems it had been an attempt at solace and not the reverting to form she had been accusing him of.
Why couldn't she just get over him?
She knew she should leave, there was too much history here, too many ghosts between them. Most notably the ghost of Lilly Kane, the girl whom had been Veronica's best friend, Logan's first girlfriend and the girl whom his own father, Aaron Echolls, A List Movie Star, had murdered.
"Look Veronica… maybe you should just go" he said softly, running a hand through his damp brown hair, wincing slightly as he sat onto the edge of his bed. If her feet would move she knew she should be. "Didn't you hear me? I said get out!" he snapped. She bit her lip as the first few tears slipped down her face, breaking eye contact she took off out of the bedroom. Logan tried to resist the urge to follow her but the second he heard the first sob as she walked down the corridor away from him, he was already half way out the door behind her.
"Wait…" he called out.
"What am I a yo-yo?" she snapped crossly, her blond hair whipping around as she turned to face him. "Make up your damn mind Logan!" she told him, her pulse was racing, her breathing was laboured.
"Make up my… God Veronica, your hypocrisy is mind-blowing" he scoffed. Their little verbal sparring never seemed to be over, trying to provoke each other.
"You're treating me like I'm the villain here Logan" Veronica told him.
"The Villain? No, Didn't you hear? That would be me.." he mocked, pointing at himself "Murderer and all, runs in the family… just ask my dad" he continued sarcastically, referring to the Felix Toomes murder accusation he was still under suspicion for.
"There's just no talking to you is there?" she said rhetorically before turning to walk away again.
"Why are you even here?" Logan snapped. The question would be torturing him for the next few days. Trying to crack her motives was driving him crazy.
"To check on you!" she argued back.
"Well your concern is heartfelt… thank you for being my own personal Florence Nightingale" he told her scornfully. He felt something in his stomach twist, why were these words spewing out of his mouth less than 5 minutes after she had just told him that she loved him? He just couldn't seem to stop it.
"I love you, you idiot!" her words rattled around in his head.
"Well I might as well be since I broke up with Duncan" she told him angrily.
Logan could have sworn he felt his heart stop, he didn't even want to acknowledge what she had just said encase he had misheard something.
"What are you trying to do to me Veronica?" he pleaded. These games had to stop.
"I don't know…" she confessed stepping forwards, her fingers traced the bruises on his ribcage. Her hands were cold, but the feel of her touch on his skin was setting something within him on fire. As far as bodies went, Logan's was like sculpted marble, he was tall, tanned and always in great shape from all the swimming and surfing. She allowed her gaze to follow her thoughts all the way down to the realization that he was still dressed in nothing but a towel. This was as much of that muscled torso as she had seen up close, he had usually still worn a t shirt while they were making out. She swallowed hard and pulled her hand away shyly, he grabbed her wrist and stepped right up against her.
"What do you want Veronica?" he whispered, his eyes were chocolate pools, she felt like she was going to drown in them. Her pulse was racing, her mouth was getting dry, the warmth of his body so close to her made it impossible to form coherent thoughts. Logan watched as she squirmed slightly under his scrutiny, she was embarrassed again, he knew these kinds of signs well. She was flustered. He knew she wasn't very experienced; she had only been with Duncan a handful of times. The thought of them being together made him feel possessive. Hell yes he was jealous. Sex with other girls just didn't excite him the same way their make out sessions had, her moaning against his mouth when he held her in his arms. Her nipples hard against his palm when he had cupped her breast under her shirt.
Boldly she reached forwards gripped the towel around his waist and pulled it open, his mouth opened in surprise.
"Fine Egyptian cotton" she answered sarcastically and dropped it onto the floor.
Naked he advanced right up to her and cupped her face, capturing her lips with his, he pulled her against him and kissed her passionately until she was dizzy from the taste of him, when he took a step back from her, she stumbled forwards, disorientated. Her lips tingling from where his had been pressed up against hers, she panted and steadied herself as he gave her a knowing smile.
"Liar"