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Fuck, he’s unnerving. Why does he keep staring at me? I don’t think he’s checking me out, either. I think he’s probably measuring my skin for lampshades.
“I’m going to be a pharmacologist.” My eyebrows meet. “Oh.” Don’t know what the fuck that is. I think it’s kind of like a drug dealer, but fancier.
I stand in the middle of my lonely apartment, waiting for him to come back inside. To take me, to take what he wants. But he doesn’t come back. And for the first time, I worry that Logan will find someone who won’t treat him like a business deal. And then he won’t come back at all.
It had felt good having control over the situation, over someone who in the past could have easily hurt me. But now, the only person who has hurt me, is me.
Fuck. I don’t want to be his friend. I want to be his everything.
I can only nod as he slips his fingers through mine. And for the first time today, I feel like I’m home.
I don’t blame people for flocking to him. I want to flock to him. I have currently flocked. Oh my god, I’m a stage-five clinger.
Who knew he’d be the one to help me heal? Who knew he’d be the perfect person for me? Not me. It was never me, until him.