Visits and Revelations

BECCA

We walked down the sidewalk in silence. I tried to find the right words, wanting to talk to him about the wedding, Teresa, and Drew. I wanted to voice my feelings and worries.

“You know, your hometown isn’t that far away from mine, but I’ve never been here before. What would you recommend that I see? What should I visit? What are the favorite places of the famous Rebecca Dawson?” Logan broke the silence and made me laugh at the same time.

“Logan, you’re unbearable.”

“Am I?” He said this and hugged me by my shoulders, pressing me to his side. I felt him bury his nose in my hair. “I missed you.”

“Me too. I wanted to see you. It’s just… The way we parted ways stopped me from doing that.”

“I know that I upset you.”

“It’s not even like that…” I snuggled closer to him.

We walked aimlessly without a particular destination in mind, but I knew this road too well. Soon, we would be near my high school.

“I understood why you were pushing me to go on a date with Drew. But you chose a horrible approach. You doubted me, doubted my feelings for you…”

“I shouldn’t have done that. I am so sorry, Becca. You are the only girl in this world that I want to be with. I was telling you that I was okay with you going on a date with another man. With a man with whom you have a history. The man you were in love with…”

“When you left my room, I sat on the bed for almost an hour without moving. I realized how huge the consequences would be for me if you went on a date with Drew, and you realized that you have feelings for him. I would have been doomed. For real.”

“Somehow, I was even expecting you to show up at Tim’s place. That you would come and say that you don’t want me to go on the date.”

“I wanted to, but I couldn’t… He’s my best friend.”

I bit my lower lip.

“Do you want to know how the date was?”

“Honestly? I don’t know.” I felt as Logan kissed the top of my hair.

“He knows.”

He stopped, and I turned to look at him.

“Drew figured it out. By my behavior with him and observing me at the wedding and the dinner.”

“And?”

What could I tell him? That Drew tried to convince me that Logan doesn’t love me? That he doesn’t care about me? I don’t want him to know that.

“He’s hurt… Very… I let him kiss me, Logan… but when he wanted to go further, I rejected him… I couldn’t. Not when I know for sure who I want to be with.” I saw the building of my high school. Maybe we could go to the stadium?

Logan was silent. I wiggled from his embrace and stepped away from him. I took his hand in mine and walked with him to the bleachers. Only when we reached the top, I sat on the bench and Logan joined me.

“Fuck… What am I going to do? I need to go back tomorrow, and I can’t delay it. I want to spend this time with you… but I need to talk to Drew too… I need to explain, to make sure that there are no hard feelings between us.”

“Logan, if I may? A piece of advice. Give him time to calm down a little. He wasn’t himself, and I hated that I was the reason. I hurt him so much…”

“I will think about it. I will call him. I owe him an explanation, Becca…”

“I understand.”

Logan pulled me onto his lap. I laughed but let him do that with ease. I had wanted it for a very long time. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, leaned into his handsome face, and let our lips collide.

It was hard to compare this kiss with the way Drew had kissed me because the emotions I felt were too different. With Drew, I felt passion and desire. With Logan—except that with each stroke of our lips, I was becoming more and more aroused—I felt warmth, care, and love.

It was deeper and more intimate than it had been with Drew. I wanted to trust Logan completely. For this, I needed to voice my question.

“Logan? Promise to be honest with me?” I was finally ready to hear the answer. I was still on his lap, and his lips were caressing my neck.

“Is that even a question? I would never lie to you. You’re too important.”

“Did you sleep with Teresa at the wedding?”

“What? Where is this coming from? I already told you that I couldn’t… Not after you told me that you love me.”

“But maybe before that?”

“Babe, I kissed her, and I spent time with her—dancing, talking, and entertaining her. We went to my room and wanted to have sex… But you were there… and I couldn’t care less about her anymore.”

I locked eyes with him. I searched his face, trying to see his beautiful soul through his eyes. I was right to trust him. I am in love with a great man. A man who would never hurt me or cheat on me. I know because I saw it in his eyes; they were reflecting mine.

“Thank you.” I placed my palms on his cheeks and pressed my lips to his. I don’t want to let him go. Not even for a week. “Logan, can we go back home? I need to send my resignation letter. I want to come to you as soon as possible.”

“As if you need to ask.”

We went to the exit of the stadium, holding hands. I was smiling and feeling butterflies in my stomach. When we were almost out, I heard a voice calling me.

I turned around and saw my high school boyfriend. Adam Farrell, my very first boyfriend, my first man, and the first man who treated me like shit, cheating on me with every possible girl from our class. What does he want from me now?

“Hey, Rebecca! It’s so nice to see you back home! You are a rare guest in our hometown, and I wasn’t even sure that I recognized you.”

He came closer and stopped in front of Logan and me. His brown hair was cut short, but he had a beard now. Maybe he hoped to look more mature with that, who knows? You could have called him handsome because he was, but not to me. Not anymore.

I observed his face; he had wrinkles on his forehead, and his blue eyes were somehow more grayish, sadder. I heard from Chase that he was working as a P.E. teacher in our high school. His dreams of becoming a famous quarterback were shattered when he broke his leg in his third year of college.

I even felt pity when I heard this news.

“Yeah, Adam, it’s me. How are you?”

“Fine. I guess…” He glanced at Logan. “Rebecca, I have wanted to talk to you for a very long time. Chase forbade me to do it, but… I need that. Can we?”

“You can say whatever you want to say to me in front of Logan. I have no secrets from him.”

“Logan, huh? I thought that was Logan Jones, but I wasn’t sure that it was the right moment to ask…” Adam turned to Logan and stretched his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you and to watch your games. You’re a real pro.”

“Thanks.” Logan shook his hand, but I saw him narrowing his eyes. He knew who was standing in front of us. I told him about Adam a long time ago.

“Well... Where was I? Damn... Rebecca, I am so sorry for what I did to you. For putting you through hell in our last year of high school. You were so gorgeous, so nice and kind to me... I screwed up. I cheated on you. Hurt you... I am very sorry. I was an asshole.”

I stared at him. It looks like he was being honest. But why now? What made him want to apologize to me?

“You were... but thank you, Adam. I forgave you a long time ago.”

“Really?” His face lit up with a smile.

“Not sure if you know, but I am married now, and I have a beautiful baby girl. Her name is Amanda and... Working at school, I have an opportunity to observe kids, and they can be so mean and so full of hate...

It made me realize that I was a fucking moron, treating you like that. I would have gone berserk if some jerk had treated my daughter like I did with you.”

“I am happy to hear that you found your happiness and love. I am sure that you are a great dad. Thank you, Adam.”

“It was the least I could do. I am sure as hell that I should have done it earlier.” Adam smiled, stepped back, and before turning around, he looked over Logan and me. “This girl is a real gem. You’re a lucky man, Logan Jones.”

“I am.”

Logan took my hand in his once more, and we walked back to my parents' house.