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matter of a second. Not that I had actually forgotten about the night before. Thinking about Logan and his hands all over me made it that much more real.
    “Reminder,” I whispered as I rolled towards him. “I have to call my grandfather today.”
    “I hope he’s good,” Logan said.
    “He will be,” I said. “He’s tough.”
    Logan blinked a few times, the sleep leaving his body. “Was he important to you?”
    “Very,” I said.
    I didn’t want to get into the details of my own childhood, but I knew if anyone would understand it, it would be Logan.
    He nodded.
    He touched my cheek and moved the wild strands of hair out of my face and tucked them behind my ear.
    “How do you feel?” he asked.
    “Like hell,” I admitted. “Totally worth it though.”
    “Whatever,” Logan said and smiled.
    I shook the bed and moved closer to him. “Shut up, Logan.”
    He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me on top of him. Everything in my body reacted. His hands were just below my breasts, almost tickling me at my ribs as he positioned me over him.
    “Thanks for staying last night.”
    “I didn’t have a choice,” I said.
    “I told you we’d cuddle.”
    “I didn’t know what cuddling meant to you.”
    “I’m a rockstar, what did you think I’d do?”
    The flicker in his eyes and the way his smile grew gave my heart a little life. I wanted to literally spend the entire day in bed with Logan, but my stomach started to growl. I needed water, coffee, and food. In that order.
    And fast.
    “I guess we should find the rest of the guys and girls,” Logan said.
    I didn’t want to agree with him and while I never technically did agree with him, an hour later I found myself full of food, with a pounding headache, and running towards the bathroom of the apartment with Maggie behind me begging to go pee before I took a much needed shower.
    I let her go first and then I showered, taking my time, not only trying to relieve my killer headache but I spent most of the time looking at myself, imagining where Logan had touched.
    After the shower, I sat on my bed in a towel, my hair wet and falling wherever it wanted. My phone sat next to me. Part of me seriously wanted to look at yesterday’s date. Just to remember all that had happened. I ended up at a DownCrash show, backstage, then the band’s practice garage, and finally, in bed with Logan.
    Just like that.
    Without planning it.
    I dressed myself in something comfortable and casual, then went to my wall. In a move that would rock the world - or not - I grabbed the calendars off my wall and threw them to the bed.
    A second later, I heard the faked shriek of Maggie’s voice.
    I was caught.
    “Don’t say a word,” I said.
    Maggie shook her head. “One night with Logan and look at you.”
    “Cut it,” I said.
    Maggie backed away and left. I didn’t see her for almost a full day.
    I had work that night, a shift that was way too busy for the lingering hangover and torn feelings I had for Logan. But I managed and got home just before one in the morning with enough in tips to pay the bills for the month.
    A total score for me.
    As I crashed to my bed, I grabbed my phone, like I usually did before falling sleep. Usually I would check the date, the time, think about life - fine, I would think about Jared and wonder if he was in our old bed with his pregnant girl - and then sleep. But that night, I looked at my phone, thinking about Logan.
    The next morning I woke to the smell of coffee and the sound of Maggie talking. She talked loud when she was nervous or excited. I sat up and took a deep breath. I stretched what felt like every muscle in body, and finally felt good.
    Back to normal.
    I threw the covers off my legs and looked at the wall where the calendars used to be. It felt good not to care so much about time and what had happened.
    Or what hadn’t happened...
    That was my first thought when a wave of terror struck me.
    I forgot to call my grandfather the day