Chapter 32

Logan

The four of us are out celebrating Lincoln's promotion at a bar. Cal's meeting us later on, so we order a few bottles and relax in a private section of the bar.

My girl's looking fucking hot tonight, and I can't take my hands off her. We're dancing to most of the songs and when she needs a break, I'm massaging her since she thought wearing five inch heels would be a good idea. When I look at her, I see everything I need to see.

Hannah Harris owns me. All of me.

I press a kiss to her chin as she moves closer to me, arching her body into mine, and entangles her fingers through mine.

“Are you sore?” I ask her.

“I'm fine.”

I lean down and kiss her cheek, inhaling her unique smell, and remembering tasting her and fucking her against my bedroom wall before coming out tonight.

“Can you tell I've been inside you?”

Her body shivers and I notice her thighs rubbing together. Thoughts of taking her home overwhelm me, and I want nothing more than to be inside her again. Taking her out tonight to celebrate Lincoln's promotion damn near killed me. I'm greedy and don't want to share her with everyone else. We're good—really good. I want all of her attention and to keep her locked away from the world so we can enjoy the bubble we have around us. Knowing others are getting her attention pisses me off.

She's talking to Eden, and they're drinking and laughing, and I love that my girl's happy. But I want all her smiles and laughs. Us. Together. Alone.

The night starts calm and low-key with the girls dancing in the booth and Lincoln and me laughing, but being fully aware of the assholes around our girls. Even though it's Lincoln's night, we've both stopped drinking so the girls can let loose and have fun.

“It's good seeing you happy.”

“Thanks,” I tell Lincoln. “You too, man.”

“She's the fucking best.”

Before I can say anything, I hear Cal mutter “shit” and turn around to see Paige stomping in our area with a pissed-off expression on her face. She has her hands on her hips and her eyes directly on Hannah.

“Whores don't belong here!” she yells, and that grabs Hannah's attention.

She gets down faster than I can get up and tells Paige to get the fuck out. There's no reason for her to act this way. They've been fine before, and now Paige wants to fucking pick a damn fight?

“Excuse me? What did you say?”

I'm up, ready go tell Paige to leave, when Eden pulls me back a little and tells me to stay out of it.

“All because you have him now doesn't mean he won't come back for me. You're nothing to him. You're a distraction, sweetheart. Get that through your head.”

“First of all,” Hannah shouts and moves a little closer to Paige, “you have no idea what you're talking about. In case you haven't noticed, Logan's happy, and it's because of me. Not you. Me.”

Paige leans in closer and lowers her voice. “I look exactly like Shannon. Who do you think he wants more of?”

My hands ball into fists and I feel Eden's grip on my arm tighten. Lincoln's soon by my side and Cal gets up to pull Paige away, but she yanks her arm back.

“That's right. I'll always have something you'll never have.”

“Really?” Hannah laughs and shakes her finger in Paige's face. “If you think that's all you have against me—being Shannon's twin sister, and letting him call you Shannon— then you need help. He doesn't want you, Paige, and I'm sorry you had to hear about it this way. I knew we weren't friends, but I thought we had an understanding. I didn't come here tonight to get into a fight or flaunt my relationship. I honestly feel sorry for you and really wish you the best.”

Paige steps back, stunned, and swings her gaze in my direction. I don't say anything or move to comfort her. What her and I have is over, and Hannah's right—she's real and the only one for me.

“After everything,” Paige cries, “everything we've been through, it comes to this.”

“She's right, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for treating you the way I did. You deserve more, Paige.”

She nods. “I fucking do.”

Before I can say anything else, Paige turns and leaves the bar with no one following her. I look at Cal and he shrugs, turning back to his fun for the night. Fuck.

Hannah comes over to me and wraps her arms around my waist. I'm breathing her in—her sweet scent—and holding her tight.

“You didn't deserve that baby,” I tell her, and hope she's not too upset.

“Go check on her, okay?”

“Are you sure?” I whisper, and lean back a little so we're gazing at one another.

“Yeah. I don't think she's in the right mindset.”

I kiss the tip of her nose and saunter out of the bar, searching for Paige. Her car's still in the parking lot, so I know she's still here. I walk around until I see her sitting under the tent next to the building.

“Paige?”

She looks up, sees me, and then stares straight ahead. I'm not sure what I can say to make things better or if there's anything to say. We've been through a lot together, but the words don't come out easily.

“What you did in there…”

“Yeah,” she mutters, “I know. I didn't mean it and I'll apologize later.” She stops talking and glances my way again. “You're happy, Logan, and that's all I want for you.”

I trek the few feet over and sit next to her, placing my hand on hers. “You deserve to be happy, too. What happened with Cal?”

“It was a thing then it wasn’t. He’s too hung up on Angela to give me the time. Hopefully I can find someone the way you found Hannah. I really am happy for you, and I don't think she's a whore or anything like that.”

I nod. “I know.”

We stay like this for a while, sitting next to each other, holding each other’s hand, and saying nothing at all.

When Hannah and I get back to my house, we're in bed and about to fall asleep when she slowly gets up and turns to face me.

“How's Paige doing?”

When we went back inside, Paige apologized to Hannah and left the bar alone. She texted me a little after that and said she was home and okay.

“I think she'll be fine.”

“I feel bad, babe. I know she's hurting, and I hope she'll find her way.”

“Wait.” I prop myself up on my forearm and use my other arm to reach out and hold her hand. “Don't feel bad. Baby, it's fine. Paige is a big girl."

"I know. Still feel bad though."

"She'll be okay," I reassure her.

I close my eyes tightly and take in a deep breath. When I open my eyes, Hannah's smiling at me, and she leans down to press her lips to mine.