Page 30 of Betraying Him
Disgust.
Whether I’m disgusted at myself for taking Savannah the way I did without remorse or because I fucked the girl who stabbed me in the back, I don’t know.
But what Idoknow is that I’m not going to be able to stop myself from doing it again.
I can’t, because Savannah Marks is in my veins, and I feel like I need her now more than ever.
TWENTY-ONE
SAVANNAH
My heart racesas I slide the window open, slightly shocked it was so easy to get in when everything I know about Logan contradicts that. I figured he’d have a top-level security system, and I’d get nowhere near here.
Yet, I did.
And it’s only when I sling my leg into his room and pop my head in that I realize why—the bastard is sitting in front of the window, waiting for me with a cocky smirk on his lips.
Asshole.
When Logan first started teaching me to fight, it was awkward. We didn’t really speak, and he honestly scared the crap out of me, but the more time we spent with each other, the more both of us started to talk.
In the beginning, it was simply him giving me lessons, but then we’d sit on the gym floor after a session to cool down and make small talk. Then we started talking about our lives, which progressed to exchanging numbers, and he’d check in with me every few days, asking if I was okay.
I haven’t told himwhyI need to know how to defendmyself, but I can tell he’s been dying to ask, he just doesn’t want to push me.
It’s not romantic between us, and he’s become a good friend.
He’s probably myonlyfriend.
I take a quick inventory of the room to make sure the door is closed and notice how sparsely decorated it is. Of course, Logan would never have decorated his room when he moved in freshman year and instead just keeps it plain, almost looking as though no one lives here. His bed is gray, with a gray comforter and gray walls to match.
Boring.
The only reason I knew which window to approach was because he was complaining last week about the other guys. He told me how he made sure he had the room on the west side of the house, furthest away from their rooms, so he could have some privacy along with peace and quiet because, apparently, Harley, Cole, and Noah can be ‘loud and annoying as fuck.’
“That was painful to watch. You made it so much harder than it needed to be. Now, what the hell are you doing here?”
I roll my eyes as I climb into the room, dusting off my leggings, while trying to act nonchalant when in reality, I’m kind of freaking out about being here. I mean, this is my first time inside Harley’s home, and I came in through his friend’s window. What would happen if he caught me in here?
“What? A girl can’t come to visit her friend in the middle of the day?”
He huffs but otherwise stays silent.
Figures.
“Fine, okay… Iamhere for a reason,” I mutter, and he snorts. “I need your help. I need to know how to protect myself.Reallyprotect myself, not just what you’ve beenteaching me already.”Because in just a few short weeks, I’ll be heading home for summer break, and I’m not sure I’ll survive it.
Logan stares at me, his cold eyes assessing, but they don’t make me uncomfortable. I’ve gotten to know him over the last year, and I know that deep down, he’s a good guy. He wouldn’t have offered to help me if he wasn’t, and he certainly wouldn’t have met up with me once, sometimes twice a week to help me with my form in the gym or to just hang out.
“I alreadyamhelping you do that, or do you suddenly not remember the last almost two years?” he deadpans, and I approach him, giving him my best pleading look that literally never works on him, but I try every time, anyway.
“I know. I know. But… I just need more, Logan. I need to know more than just simple self-defense, I need to know that if I somehow end up in a…situation, that I’ll be able to come out of it alive.”
His gaze hardens, and I know he has questions. Only, when he opens his mouth to speak, the words that leave his lips almost floor me. “Is this so you can fight back against Harley?”
I blink.
And blink again.
