MARLIYA'S POV
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"Logan." I poke my toes into his bicep, but he doesn't open his eyes, hell- he doesn't even move a finger. I slowly crouch down, holding my hair to the side as I lower my ear to his face and I feel his hot breath fanning my skin. I sigh in relief, even though he couldn't die because of a head injury, I was still afraid.
I can't imagine if the Lombardi's found out that I had hurt their son, but then again, they also wouldn't like it when I tell them he was sneaking through my window either.
I sit down next to his unconscious body, the smell of alcohol coming from him is ruining my sense of smell.
I've been pacing for two hours when Logan stirred, his eyes still shut as he brings his hand to his head that's probably throbbing. I stand in front of the bed as I watch him
