39. Hold My Hand

Charlotte’s POV

"My dad is meeting us tonight, right?" I asked with a mix of worry, anxiety, and a palpitating heart from the anticipation of seeing my father again.

I get out of bed and grab my blanket. I look at Logan, who looks like he's not ready to see my dad tonight. So I asked with confusion, "What's wrong with you? Isn't this what you want? You want to get back at him, and you're using me to do it."

He cut me off and said, "I am not using you, Charlotte!"

“W-What?” I gasped and didn’t look at him. “It’s okay, I’m not forcing you to like me…like a lot.”

“I….I like you.” It’s more like a whisper, but I can hear it loud and clear. I grabbed his neck, and kissed his lips, then tears streamed down on my cheeks.

"What's wrong with you?" He looked at my teary eyes, then at the rest of my face, and then back to my eyes.

"I just have a bad feeling..."

He kissed my head and said, "Trust me, everything will be fine. Just promise me that you will always do what's best for you, no m