"It's fine, sweetheart. Let me help you."
Grabbing a few more paper towels from the dispenser, they make easy work of cleaning up the juice. As they stand to toss the towels in the trash, Logan wipes his hand on the dishtowel that hangs over the edge of the sink, then places his hands gently on her sodden cheeks. Logan’s thumbs gently brush away the wetness while he aptly gazes in her eyes.
“I missed you waking in my bed this morning.”
“I’m sorry…for the mess I mean.”
“It’s ok. Breakfast looks great, but you’re my guest, you didn’t need to cook.”
“I wanted to. I needed to thank you for last night.”
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to thank me for anything. I’ll be here whenever you need me.”
Avery nods her head in understanding and then stands back, moving her head from between Logan’s grasp. Turning around, Logan pours half of the over-filled cup gracefully into the empty cup and gestures for her to sit down for breakfast.
Shoveling the food into his mouth, he barely ushers out a thank you.
"This is so good. Thank you. I usually don't have more than a protein shake in the morning."
"You're welcome."
An awkward silence rests over the room and Avery keeps her eyes trained on her full plate – her appetite diminishing by the minute.
"Do you want to talk about last night?"
"Um...not really, no."
"Ok, I understand. Did you want to do anything today?"
"I didn't have anything in mind. I just want to forget everything going on in my life right now."
Logan looks at her longingly and with a bit of disappointment.
"Everything?" he asks.
And then understanding dawns on Avery; he's hurt.
She reaches out to touch the hand that rests on the table.
"Well, not you. I like being with you… though, I am still completely terrified."
"We're all terrified of something, Avery. Your reason is just more valid than most."
They continue to sit at the table, her picking at her food, Logan watching her do so.
"I know what we can do today," he says confidently.
Avery looks up at him hesitantly; a little worried about his enthusiasm.
"There are a few great wineries around this area. We could go to one in the afternoon."
"That sounds fun. I'll need to go back to my apartment to shower and change first."
He nods in agreement before offering to take her himself, but she declines, needing to wrap her head around everything that occurred last night. If memory serves her, she is now in a relationship with Logan.
Throwing on her outfit from yesterday, Avery searches through Logan's medicine cabinet for a spare toothbrush and she’s both happy and jealous to find one. He watches her through the open doorway of the bathroom, causing her to fumble with the toothbrush in her mouth. Spittles of frothy paste dribble from her mouth, mortifying her. Avery rushes to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand and turns to glare at Logan, expecting to find humor in his gaze, but instead, she’s met with heated eyes.
"Come here," he whispers.