CHAPTER 6/1.

Liam's little sister.

Lexie.

I am exhausted after the long routine this morning, the year in a coma has made me rusty like an old door. My body hurts, my legs burn but it is nothing I was not used to and I can do again.

Losing a full year of training and not having had any mobility will not help me to recover, especially when I need two months to train which in three hundred and sixty-five days I did not.

I have to get back in shape to get into the mixed martial arts club that Weist University offers. On Monday I will enter my career and it is not until Tuesday that I will be able to give the recruiting tests. I have to move on until then.

We left early with my parents to the summer house and when I had done her makeup and curled her hair completely, I went down to the hall table to finish my strawberry shake with milk and ice.

A delight.

I am wearing the dress that my mother bought for me, and to tell the truth, it has fit me like a glove, it is white and falls down to my ankles, revealing part of my high-heeled shoes. She made up my eyes with pastel purple and transparent lip gloss, it seems that she did not fit me at all. This is a lie because she erased the eyeshadow five times so that the seventh time I would like it.

I have curled my hair at the ends in the same way as my mother and adorned it with a brooch the color of the dress at the level of my ear.

The room is packed with the service that my mother has hired, making sure that everything is exactly in its place.

My mind wanders back to the boy I met last night, he was so handsome that he could meet as many women as he wants to, his lips so possessive that he gave the idea of wanting to eat me with every kiss, his ...

A pain coming from the back of my head disorients me and makes me fall to the ground, knocking my knees against it. In a daze, I realize that something has hit me on the head. God how strong he has given me!

Out of sheer survival instinct, I reach out to the base of my pain and massage in a way so that the discomfort stops.

Yes, of course, Lexie puts your hand at the base of the pain and I will magically feel better.

Turning my head still on the ground I see someone's slippers next to me.

The pain I felt turns to anger and I feel like my blood boils through my veins. I stand up slowly to vent all my fury and sing the forty to whoever hit me and knocked me to the ground.

-Fuck! You should see where ...

I slowly raise my gaze from my hands to the person in front of me and I am stunned.

He stops my heart.

I stop breathing.

He is looking at me with a serious face and wide eyes. And I am so shocked and so rigid in the same place that I cannot articulate a word. One why I have lost myself in the gray of his eyes and two why I have been holding my breath since I got up from the ground.

Fuck.

He carries in his hands one of the lanterns that we are going to put in the garden.

This can not be happening. The world cannot be conspiring against me after two days of having returned to my normal life. It can't be him!

—You —is all he just says, and I'm thankful that I can finally release all the air I've been holding.

After him, I see how Liam comes running towards us and I pinch myself to act the most normal when he reaches us.

—Man, you really hit it hard —she chides, taking the streetlight from his hands.

But her voice shows no anger.

Why?

—Hey, are you okay? —She asks. I tear my eyes away from his grays and turn to my brother.

He inspects the area where he has hit me, presses his fingers on purpose, I complain.

—Oh! As you do that again, leave yourself for dead.

He raises his hands to his chest in surrender. Laughing.

—Someone woken up in a bad mood today, huh?

I roll my eyes.

—If you know why.

I glare at him and he gives it back to me.

We are having a silent battle to see who surrenders first and gives his arm to twist.

The pretty boy's throat clears and he shifts his gaze from me to Liam. I bow my head. I feel like I should introduce them, but I go blank.

How are you? Hey, this is my brother, he runs before he kills you.

Liam takes my hand and points to the front.

—This is Logan.

My eyes couldn't have been more open and my head jerks up at his name.

I stifle a cry.

Logan ...

Surely the world is conspiring against me.

—Logan, this is my sister Lexie.

Her eyes seek mine and I give them the pleasure to look at them. He still looks serious about him.

Amazing how small the city can be. Meet my brother's friend in the same bar and now he introduces us.

Is serious?

Liam smiles next to me when he opens his mouth to say something but my mother calls him and he walks away. Do not go. Don't leave me here alone with him.

I want to yell at him to stay, but Logan's voice cuts me off.

—So I finally know your name.

His mouth spreads into a smile as he shakes his head.

—Couldn't you have told me before that you were Liam's little sister?

—Little sisteR —I hate that word, everyone refers to me with that phrase "Liam's little sister" God I hate being called that, I'm Lexie not just Liam's little sister.

—Okay, I forgot that I had to tell the guys I hook up with like: "Hey, I'm Liam's sister, I'm just saying that just in case, so you think twice before hooking up with me."

I say the latter by raising my voice and drawing the attention of some people around us.

The wide smile has left his face and he looks at me as if he is meticulously thinking about the words that will come out of his mouth.

—Okay, I'm sorry ... —He takes a step toward me but stops and takes another step back— I didn't know —he adds.

—Yes, you clearly don't know anything —I cut him off.

He is silent with one hand in his pocket and the other running his fingers through his hair.

Don't be so hard on him.

My father's voice seeps into my head.

He closed his eyes and sighed.

—Look, I know I shouldn't have talked to you that way, but yesterday I had a shitty day and this day is starting to be bad and you're not making it easy for me to say.— I have to admit that if I had known who you were I wouldn't have hooked up with you normally I don't do that, I'm not going to hook up with guys I barely know, and if Liam found out he would kill you because that's what he does, it scares all the guys I know And of course ruining your peer friendship with him is what I want the least, so please, please don't tell him.

I finish speaking and put my hands on my chest waiting for him to speak. He opens his eyes and looks mischievously.

—You do speak fast.

He smiles and reveals his perfect teeth. I stare at it for a long time that I can feel my saliva drop.

—Well. The least I want is to be beaten up.

—We have a deal, then?

—What deal?

—Well this.

he denies with the head.

—To have a deal, both parties win, I don't win anything, just a beating that happens in a couple of days.

Is right.

—Hmm, if you agree not to say anything to Liam, I'll lend you the keys to the gym in the house.

Be quiet.

—And I promise not to make your life miserable and ignore your presence.

—Well, I promise not to tell Liam anything if you help me redecorate my apartment.

Spending time with him is what I least want. I will probably die from lack of oxygen if I spend time with him, why can't I stop my breath from gasping every time he smiles at me like that.

—Because I?

—I need a feminine opinion.

—Why not Liam?

—Oh, look Liam is coming this way —he challenges me— the best time to tell him the truth.

—Fuck you're an asshole." Well, I will do it.

I extend my hand to seal our deal, he looks at her and smiles at me with an air of superiority and approaches, he continues to approach until he places a hand on my waist and brings his mouth to my ear. I hold my breath and try to ignore what he makes me feel.

How it makes my legs shake. How it makes my skin crawl.

—You have a very dirty mouth, but I like it.

His breath against my ear is what he needed to make my whole body want him. I think I'm turning to water, his hand is the only thing that keeps me grounded.

He kisses my cheek in a tender kiss. And he backs away.

He winks at me.

God this boy in less than twenty-four hours is making me lose all control I have over myself.

My mother's voice makes the atmosphere between us uncomfortable when she pounces on him in a bear hug.

—Nice to see you.

—The pleasure is mine, Mrs. Anderson.

I stare at the scene. Incredulous, since when is my mother so loving to strangers?

—Tell me, Claudia.

Logan smiles at my mother, but out of the corner of his eye, he's looking at me.

—You look very pretty today.

I feel like those words are going straight to me, and that makes my heart beat too fast for my liking.

—I see you already met my daughter.

She holds out a hand to me and I give it to her, her skin is so warm and so familiar that I can't help but feel sorry.

—Yeah, she's ... lovely —she says, piercing me with her beautiful gray eyes.

—Yes, I'm glad to have her back — I see that my mother's nose has started to turn red and that's the sign that the tears are coming — I missed her so much, you don't know how much it hurt to see her prostrate in that bed.

Oh no. I don't want Logan to hurt me.

I walk over and look at her and into her eyes.

—Mom, the important thing is that I'm here —I say in an attempt to calm her down.

She nods, wiping with the back of her hand.

Logan was silent when my mother brought up the very famous topic and I silently thanked him. He looks at us longingly, this must remind him of his family.

—It's about time they got ready.

—I'm ready mom.

—You do not. Logan, go upstairs the first door on the left is where you will sleep today and I have left a suit in the closet for you to wear.

**

I got here around ten o'clock in the morning and it's already noon, it's been forever since I ran into Logan and it's been more than two hours since they finished tidying up and getting the guest room spotless.

Normally not so many people come to events like this one that my mother has given, but without a doubt when entering the room I underestimate her achievements, there are many people, most of them are from my mother's publishing house and a few friends from the family and the university.

I feel like a stranger entering after my garden escape. Everyone is stunned when they see me walk in through the back door, I can practically hear them think, whisper, and ask among themselves. I guess everyone knew about my accident but not many that I had already woken up.

The silence is eating away at me inside, I only wish that this attention I receive is reduced by fifty percent because I am already fed up with the look that everyone gives me when they see me again.

I don't want to be asked about it. I prefer to avoid questions that even I could not answer myself.

My hands itch and my body has already started to sweat. I decide to run out the door to stop feeling watched.

But all the attention turns to another point in the room and the expression of astonishment that everyone will give me turned into a half-sided smile and a flirtatious look.

Liam and Logan walk down the handmade tree wood staircase with a carefree air, and the spotlight comes on. Everyone must be wondering about the stranger who comes down with my brother. They wear outfits that should be illegal, their shirts and jackets clinging to the body in a way that would drive any girl crazy with blood on her body.

They are dressed in black with a flower in the front pocket of the jacket that matches my white dress. Logan comes adjusting the watch on his wrist while Liam smiles at everyone like he always does.

They are gorgeous. Logan is gorgeous in a suit.

He I love the way he is, that carefree air that he shows as if the whole world was worth shit. His disinterest makes him look interesting and quite desirable to my poor soul.

I have been as surprised as the rest of the room and even more so when those gentlemen stand on either side of me, while they both smile at me. Liam with his usual smile and Logan let me see his smile from the side.

And I can't do more than blush and smile, since both of them have extended their arms to me so that I can surround them and go where everyone talks and my mother signs her books.