Minutes passed and I was yet to say a word. Dumbstruck and befuddled, all I did was stare at him with teary eyes. Having to deal with the overwhelming emotions that had let loose inside of me was enough torture. Haunted by the thoughts of Logan was the icing on the cake. Why do I also have to deal with these intent stares and questions that kick-start my heart at a dangerous level? Dear Goddess, this is more than I can handle.
If his brown eyes hadn't taken a dangerous shade, I might not be hyperventilating like I was doing. I was scared to my wits of what he could do to me. His eyes spoke volumes of how much he would love to tear me apart.
My fingers slowly squeezed the note into my palm and I moved my hands to the back away from his sight.
How did he know about the note? He wasn't eve
