Chapter 17

Emily

As if the headache caused by Logan earlier wasn't enough, now I have to deal with Adam too. God, my brain is going to burst.

"So, I go out on a date for one night - one freaking night, and I come back to find this?!" He points out towards the living room. To be fair, the living room does look pretty bad: empty cups of beer, cigarettes, hookahs, and a shit ton of alcohol. It's not a pretty sight.

He stares with utter disappointment at me and Logan. I might be too tipsy to feel bad. Logan, on the other hand, does look kind of guilty. The sight of him sends a punch to my gut as I remember him earlier.

By earlier, I don't mean when he apologized for being a jerk. I mean when he pressed me against the wall and I felt every inch of him against me. The chemistry, the electricity, it's unreal. Goddamn it, why does it feel so good when it's so wrong?

I breathe out, trying to stop thinking because I shouldn't. I can't. There's a gazillion reasons why: he's leaving, he has a supermodel girlfriend, he's Adam's nephew, he's my employee... Yeah, the list goes on.

"What happened? Whose idea was this?"

"It was my idea," We both say at the same time.

Fuck.

"Em, no. It was my idea."

I shake my head. "That's not true." I turn back to Adam. "It was mine. I wrecked his motorcycle and wanted to distract him from noticing by throwing a party."

Logan shakes his head. "I suggested we have a party. She just agreed."

Adam lets out a long exhale. "Fine. You're both grounded. I'm not sleeping here tonight since God knows who has been in my bed. When I come back tomorrow morning, this better be cleaned up."

Josh walks behind him and slams the door.

Logan turns to me. "You didn't have to lie to him. It was my idea."

I shrug, trying to play it cool, not like my heart is beating a hundred miles an hour at our proximity. "I was trying to make it up to you for wrecking your motorcycle."

A small smile tugs at his lips. "The only way we're going to be even is if you let me wreck your car."

"I'll wreck your freaking head if you touch my car. Understood?"

He mocks-salute me. "Yes, Ma'am."

I bite back a smile but it's difficult to do so when he's so freaking cute- No. No, not going there anymore. I force myself to focus back on the task at hand - cleaning. "I'll throw away the alcohol and empty beer cups. You can get rid of the cigarettes and hookah."

I half-expect him to argue, to complain, or I don't know - make me do all the work. But he doesn't. He gets rid of every single cigarette, wipes the floor and tables, and even takes the trash out.

And as I watch him spray the air freshener all around the living room, my stomach tightens painfully because I'm scared. I'm scared that I'm running out of reasons to hate him. I'm scared that he might be an incredible person; one that literally has no ego, apologizes when he's wrong, forgives easily, doesn't complain about cleaning, and isn't afraid to freaking pee his pants when climbing a mountain.

And it terrifies me. It terrifies me because I could so easily fall for that person. But he's in love with someone else. And he's leaving and I'll never see him again. And thinking about it hurts because I realize how boring my life is going to be when he's gone.

The only way I can think of protecting myself is ignoring him. And so Operation Ignoring Logan begins.