Logan didn’t utter a word on the drive home. He just clenched his fist around the steering wheel until it turned white. Once we got home, he pretended like the conversation never happened.
We made dinner together because I was craving pasta and he sat with me while we watched a movie. Well, I watched the movie while a million thoughts ran through his head.
That night, I had another nightmare. It put Logan on edge more than he already was. I couldn’t go back to sleep so neither did he.
He held me in his arms while he ran a comforting hand through my hair, effectively taking it out of his ponytail then down my back. I peered up at him through my lashes and although he was looking at me; a million thoughts ran through his features.
“What’s going on?” I reached up and brushed my fingers across his temple, “It seems pretty busy in here. Do you care to share?”
He gave me a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes, “I don’t even know what I’m thinking about.”