Why? Why did I let myself allow it to get this far? The thought of having someone else touch Logan... I felt anger rising to my chest once more. I wanted to throw something or punch someone. I groan out in frustration. I ripped the metal bin out from its bolts and stepped on it until it was beyond recognizable. I grabbed the other and I smashed it on the ground. Just as I was about to beat it up, I felt a hand touch me. I snapped my head to look at the person.
It was Logan.
My expression softened. I buried my face into his neck and deeply inhaled his scent. A part of my subconscious said he's mine. I know he's not mine to keep, but his scent alone was enough to keep me from destroying everything. I felt him wrap his arms around me and gently caressed my back.
I nuzzled at his neck an
