I don’t hear or see Logan for two days after our s****l encounter. Mostly because I haven’t left my room and he hasn’t come in. I don’t mind the lack of interaction though. I’m not in the mood to see which side of him I get. He’s just so wishy washy with me that I don’t know which part is genuine. He’s an asshole one minute, borderline abuse the next, and then this sexy brute. It makes me head spin how fast he can flip a switch around me. I don’t necessarily make it easy though, but I’m the one being help against my will. I’m not supposed to make his life easy. I’m supposed to be fighting for my freedom.
While being cooped up in my room, I stare out the window, pace around, and even nap in between Judy bringing me food. I’m not particularly hungry, but I’m eating my feelings at the moment
