A phase

"Ahem… I apologize for the interruption." When we heard Grecia's familiar voice, we pushed each other away as if we were going to burn each other and stared at the person in front of us with widened eyes. My heart was still pounding against my ribs, but it was now much faster. This sensation of being caught doing something heinous (not like being caught stealing a cookie) is new to me, and it is not pleasant.

I fixed my gaze on Grecia as if I'd seen a ghost. As I stared at her unreadable face, my voice became stuck in my throat. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun and she was dressed in a knee-length petal pink summer dress and matching heels. Logan's face appeared nonchalant as usual, but the fact that he is speechless indicates that he is also in shock.

"Grecia, W-What a shock. It's great to see you again." As I stuttered, I mentally slapped myself. I stood there awkwardly as she alternated her gaze between me and Logan.

"Well, the surprise is on me," she exclaimed, stunned. " It seems like a lot happened while I was gone," she said, her gaze fixed on Logan. Logan scratches the back of his neck, and a faint pink tone crawls to his face.

"I-

It is not what you believe. I can explain" I don't want her to think I was looking for a relationship with her son. Why do I have a sense of déjà vu? Instead of Scarlet and her ex, it's the Watsons.

Grecia smirked as she noticed my stumbling with words. "Sure, go ahead," she said, crossing her arms and staring at us. I keep blinking at her, unsure what to say. Screw me for saying, 'I can explain.' What exactly do you mean? When I was walking to my room, your son slammed me against a wall and, out of nowhere, we were smooching like there was no tomorrow! No way, that's vulgar and inappropriate.

"Well, Mom, we-" Logan was about to say something when Grecia cut him off.

"And you, mister," she said as she narrowed her eyes at Logan. "That isn't how I taught you to treat a lady. "I've always told you to be gentle, Logan, not aggressive like you are with your staff," Grecia said sternly. Logan immediately closed his mouth after that. So, she witnessed everything. Please, ground, swallow me immediately!

"I think she likes it rough," Logan mutters under his breath, and I choke on my saliva. I gave him a sidelong glance, ready to kick him in the balls if the opportunity arose. But I'm glad Grecia didn't hear it. Oh my goodness, this is humiliating.

"Do you want me to give you both a mom talk right now?" " Grecia teased, and I swallowed hard and shook my head timidly.

"Oh, come on, mom," I say, surprised. He appears to have recovered from the shock and is back to his normal self. Grecia cocked her brow at him.

"Just let it go," Logan said, bending down to pick up his suitcase from the floor, which I had no idea was there until now.

Grecia sighed deeply, "I hope you both know what you're doing." "You both mean a lot to me," my heart melted at her words, "so I won't be happy if I see either of you down." So think about it and let me know when you're ready." She said in a stern tone, and I immediately understood what she meant. To be honest, I'm not sure what's going on between the two of us, and I need to talk to him about it.

To say it was awkward is an understatement. After our brief conversation, I dashed to my room to avoid the embarrassment I was experiencing. I wanted to talk to her and give her a tight hug, but I didn't think it was appropriate given that she had just witnessed her son having a heated exchange with a girl. Grecia is someone I greatly admire, and I would never want to let her down.

My legs wobbled just thinking about the kiss. I'd never seen anything like that before, and Logan's actions took my breath away. I was certainly caught off guard. But it was still unclear why he did it. My lips were still tingling as I closed my eyes and felt a shiver run down my spine at the thought of the kiss.

Heck! I should put an end to this. It's just starting to pull me closer to him, and I shouldn't let that happen. I'm pretty sure I'm just a passing cloud for Logan, and once I leave this house, he won't even remember me. Even if it hurts, I believe it is better to think that way.

The entire day felt rushed and awkward, owing to the tension that was palpable whenever Logan and I were in the same room. As a result, I avoided him most of the time and tried to spend the majority of my time in the bedroom. It's almost like it's become a habit now. Something will occur that will cause me to want to avoid Logan at all costs. I decided to clean up my room as an excuse to stay inside.

As I kept my small family photo frame on my bedside table, a sad smile appeared on my face. To keep my emotions at bay, I lit a candle in front of it and closed my eyes. Everyone said the grieving period would last a few months, and then you'd just accept what happened and move on. But why do I feel like it will never be normal? Every time I think about them, it's as if a dagger is piercing my heart. Every day, I think about them. Grecia is the only one I feel close to after they've left. She had always treated me as if I were her own daughter since the day I moved in. While we were eating, I struck up a conversation with Grecia. Logan, thankfully, was not present at the time.

The conversation with Grecia was great, and I realized how much I had missed her presence over the previous month. She stated that she left the place as soon as she received confirmation that her sister's surgery went well and that she was homesick. She also told me about her siblings, and I recognized Gregory from one of them. But I just kept quiet the entire time because I don't think it's a good idea to claim that I learned their entire history in one day. Then she might ask how I knew, and I'd have to explain everything that happened last week. So, it's best if I keep my mouth shut. She did inquire about the small bandage on my temple, but I was able to concoct a lie at the time.

I was relieved that she didn't question me about what had happened earlier today. She seemed unconcerned about it, but I'm curious as to what she has in mind. When she caught us, she didn't appear angry, but she also didn't appear happy or accepting. She is a patient woman, and I know she has a lot of faith in her son in this matter. I also know Logan will never contradict her words, as I recall him saying the main reason he ended his relationship with Natasha was that Grecia didn't like her.

When I finished one episode of FRIENDS and decided to watch a movie to cap off tonight's binge-watching session, it was past midnight. I decided to start watching Inception because I had been putting it off for a long time. I've always enjoyed thrillers and science fiction films.

I was ten minutes into the movie when I heard a knock on my door, which jolted me out of my reverie. I stared at the door, wondering who it could be. Grecia went to bed early today because she said she had a headache. Other than her, the only person I can think of is Logan, and I'm not sure how I'll react if it's him. I forced myself to stop overthinking and simply answered the door.

Logan was on the other end, as I had suspected. I noticed his broad chest as soon as I opened the door, which was covered in a thin white shirt. His hair was tangled as if he had run his hands through it several times. He was dressed casually in grey joggers that hung loosely on his hips. When I heard him snicker, I returned my gaze to him. I'm sure he noticed me staring at him. Just pretend it never happened, Karrie.

"What is it?" I ask him with a neutral expression.

"Uhh, I-I, can we talk?" He asked, rubbing the backside of his head. I picked up that it was a habit of his whenever he is anxious or shy. He just looked so adorable that I couldn't decline him. I just nodded and moved out of the way so he could enter inside.

"Nice," He pointed to my laptop on the bed, which was next to the snacks. He smirked at me and went to do his infamous man spread on the bed. I just rolled my eyes at his arrogance. What does he think he's doing?

"What would you like to discuss?" Even though I knew what he was going to say, I asked him in a monotone tone.

"Can you tell me what movie you're watching?" He looked at me expectantly. Please tell me that he is not doing this right now! How can he just walk in and act as if nothing happened?

"Logan," I say sternly. For a split second, I noticed his jaw clenching.

"What brings you here?" I approached the subject directly because I suspected he would not speak up. When he pushed himself off the bed and stood in front of me, I noticed how his muscles flexed.

"To be honest, I'm not sure. I just wanted to see you before I went to bed." I scowled at his remark.

"Now you've seen me, please leave." I know I'm being a jerk here, but I'm trying to keep this from going elsewhere.

"I-I know I shouldn't have pushed you like that today, Lia, and I-"

I cut him off, my eyes narrowing, saying, "Yes, you shouldn't have."

"But didn't you enjoy it?" Logan locked his gaze on mine, and I almost choked on my breath. I want to slap him because he has a satisfying smirk running through the corners of his lips.

"Logan, you can't just kiss me whenever and wherever you want. And now that Grecia has arrived, I believe we should put an end to this. It's not like we're in a relationship or anything. It was just a phase, and let's move on," I say as I look away, trying to avoid his gaze.

"Do you believe this is just a phase, Lia?" My attention was drawn to him after hearing how serious he sounded. Even though I disagreed with my statement, I nodded.

"All right, then, let's be clear. This isn't a phase for me, and I hope it isn't for you as well. I know you like what's going on between us deep down. And don't try to hide it because your eyes reveal everything." I immediately avert my gaze elsewhere. What on earth is he talking about?

"I just want you to know, Lia, that I'm not messing with you. I can't put a name to how I feel about you, but I can assure you that my feelings are genuine." As I realized how far this was going, I frowned. I'm not sure if I should believe him on this one.

"Please give me some more time so that I can properly figure this out." With a deep sigh, he said.

"But for the time being, I just want to enjoy this moment." Having said that, his hands wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him. My instincts kicked in, and I put my hands on his chest to create a barrier between us. As expected, butterflies flitted around in the pit of my stomach.

"What exactly do you think you're doing, mister?" I give him a hard stare.

"I'm having a good time." He gave a sly grin. This person is insane!

"It's getting late. Do you not think you should go to bed? You have work tomorrow, correct?" I asked him after noticing how sluggishly he walked over to my bed and plopped himself on it.

"No, I don't feel like going to bed this early, and I'm available for tomorrow morning as well. So, do you mind if I join you for your movie night?" With a gleam in his eyes, he asked me expectantly.

"Yes, I do mind," I respond.

He grunted, "Too bad, I'm not leaving." He said before settling into my bed in front of my laptop. I stared at him with my mouth open, amazed at how arrogant he was. Asshole!

I rolled my eyes and dragged my blanket across my legs harshly as I sat down next to him. I know it will be pointless to force him to leave; it will be a waste of my breath. Logan will not budge if he is set on something. And I don't think it'll be a problem as long as he stays put and doesn't bother me. I kept watching the movie and tried not to be distracted by the attractive male specimen beside me.

"Do you have Inception on?" He inquired, his face befuddled.

"Yeah," I replied casually.

"I didn't think of you as a girl who watches these kinds of movies." As he stared at the screen, he said. I frowned and turned to face him. What exactly does that imply?

"I assumed you'd be the type of girl who watches cheesy romance movies and reads cheesy romance novels," he said as he looked at me.

"I guess I'm not like other girls after all." As I continued to watch the movie, I smirked, but I think I heard him say something to the effect of, "That's what makes you more attractive." I chose to ignore his remark about how quickly my heartbeat increased.

We snack on the food while making passing comments about the movie. The plot of the film revolved around the protagonist, who was involved in his own wife's murder, stealing information by entering someone's dreams. It was very intriguing and kept me on my toes. But about halfway through the movie, I feel Logan's headrest against my shoulders. Peeking, I noticed he had fallen asleep, and a smile formed on my lips. I wrapped the blanket around his upper half and continued watching the movie at a low volume because it was getting close to the end.

I shut down the laptop as soon as I finished the movie and turned to look at Logan, who was sleeping peacefully on my shoulders. How does he feel comfortable sleeping in this position? To wake him up, I gently shake him and softly call his name. He sighed and jerked his eyes open. He appeared tired, and I believe it is best if he goes to bed soon.

"Log, go to your room so you can sleep properly," I say softly, pulling the sheets away from him. I gently pushed his head off my shoulder, and he stirred sleepily.

When he stood up and moved the laptop to a nearby table, I assumed he was about to leave. But, to my surprise, he returned and sat on the bed, pulling me onto him and covering us with blankets. I stared at him, surprised, as he casually closed his eyes to go back to sleep.

"I told you to sleep in your room, Logan." I gently shook him, but when he didn't respond, I lightly smacked him on the chest. I'm sure he's doing it on purpose.

"Just let me sleep here for a night. I'm too lazy to return to my room. Remember, I let you sleep in my bed before, and now it's your turn to repay the favor." I gape at the person who was lying in front of me, on my bed, without my permission. Isn't there a limit to arrogance?

"Ah, there was a reason for that, yo-" When he gently pressed a lingering kiss onto my forehead, my words became stuck in my throat. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation. I slowly open my eyes to find Logan's light blue ones.

"Love, sleep." I found myself drowning in his ocean-deep voice as he softly caressed my cheeks. I close my eyes as if I'm hypnotized and soon find myself at ease.

Before falling asleep, I heard him mutter something that I couldn't understand. But I was aware of his strong arms tightening around my waist as I fell asleep.

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I was startled awake by the sound of a door slamming shut. I frown as I open my eyes to see the empty space beside me. Logan walked away without saying anything. I pull the duvet off my body and check the time on the bedside table. I noticed the time was nine o'clock in the morning. I scowled when I noticed the photo frame on the table, a little further away from where I had left it the day before. Logan may have moved it when he kept the laptop nearby.

I got out of bed, returned the photo to its proper place, and took the laptop to my study table. I make the bed before heading to the bathroom to begin my morning routine. I quickly went downstairs after finishing a quick shower. Logan appeared to be in a hurry as he prepared to leave the house. He said he was free this morning, didn't he?

"Logan," I exclaimed. Logan's shoulders tensed and he turned to face me. When he looked at me, I was taken aback by the coldness in his eyes. His teeth were clenched.

"Are you all right?" I inquired softly. He glared at me, different emotions visible in his eyes.

Instead, he asked me, "Why?" his voice breaking. In confusion, I scrunched up my brows. What's the deal?

I took a few steps towards him but came to a halt when I noticed him take a step away from me.

"Don't," he gritted before storming out of the house, leaving me stunned.

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