Chapter 5
702 Words
Trina's POV
I gulp, wondering what his next words will be. I'm actually surprised that he acknowledged the unspoken words hanging in the air that we have been tiptoeing over.
Logan sighs and runs his fingers through his gorgeous locks of hair that has no business looking that good at this time of the day.
I look at him expectantly, waiting anxiously for what is sure to be a rejection.
Instead of speaking out the words that I silently wish for, he instead points at the door by the side of the room.
"You should get cleaned up first. In there is the bathroom." He nods at the door. "We'll continue the conversation once you're done."
That's when I remember my tattered blooded clothes and the dirt I smeared all over my body. I must look a fright.
My cheeks heat up with embarrassment for some damn reason that I refuse to look into.
"Thank you," I say softly with my head downcast.
He grunts as a way of acknowledgement. "I will drop some clothes on the rack for you to change into," he informs, and I nod as I struggle to lift from the bed but groan when a sharp pain slice through me. I really did a number on myself.
One moment, Logan's face is constricted with worry, and in the next second, I'm lifted into the air and carried into the bathroom in his arms. Tingles burst on my skin from every place of contact. It's ridiculous and I'm more than grateful when he drops me into the bathtub.
"Just call out once you're done and I take you back to the bed."
Unable to voice a word out, I simply nod and that seems to appease Logan because he walks out and shuts the bathroom door.
For a moment, my stunned self can do nothing but stare into space. How did I get myself into this? This is so far off the plan I envisioned.
A few minutes later, I snap myself out of it and carefully peel off my clothes. I grimace when I see how bruised and beaten up my body looks. To think I did all this for nothing.
With a sigh, I fill up the tub and clean away as much dirt and blood as I can.
Halfway through the bath, the door opens and I see the outline of Logan's body through the shower curtains as he hangs something on the rack. Probably the clothes he spoke of earlier.
I rinse off, struggle to hop out of the bathtub, and towel dry my body with what looks to be a clean towel that was left on the countertop. Next, I put on the t shirt that is two sizes too big and infused with Logan's scent. It's comfy though.
I drag my feet to the door and let myself out. Logan is placing a tray of food on the bed when I walk in, and he quickly moves over to my side.
"Why didn't you call me to help you out?" He chides, gripping my arm and letting me lean half of my body weight on him.
I don't answer his question but I allow him to lead me to the bed because let's face it-I'm a hopeless mess and need the assistance.
He helps me into the bed and places the tray of food on my lap. I eye the delicious-looking beacons, eggs and toast greedily, just realising that it has been a while since I ate something.
"Eat," Logan orders softly and for once, I gladly follow through without any sign of defiance, stuffing my face with the food that tastes just as delicious as it looks.
Logan chuckles but doesn't remark on my lack of finesse.
I finish the food in record time and gulp down the glass of orange juice that Logan hands over to me.
He takes the tray off my lap and places it on the floor beside his chair before turning to face me with a stern expression on his face.
"I think it's time we talked."
Those words suddenly makes the delicious meal I just had to sit heavily in the pit of my stomach.
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