"Wow, Logan." Amelia put her hand to her forehead as she tried to process everything I just told her. "So, you and Grant have been friends and that was the first time you guys...kissed?"

"Yes," I answered honestly. 

We got back from our trip to the lake house this morning. During the whole ride back to the city, I could tell there was something wrong with her. Every time I asked, she would say she was all right.

Then when I pulled up to her apartment to drop her off, she asked me to come in. She said we needed to talk. That's when she told me that she had witnessed me and Grant kissing at the lake house. My heart had dropped in my stomach and I thought I was going to throw up when she said that.

When she asked me to explain to her what that was about, I was surprised that she didn't sound angry or hateful. She was confused and...curious. So, I told her about the first time Grant and I had given in to those feelings and kissed at the club when we were celebrating my twenty-first birthday.

"That was four years ago," she said. "According to you, that's when you met Rachel. I remember Wyatt mentioning her. He told me you had dated her for a little over a year."

I leaned back on her couch. "Yeah. I met her that night at the club. I was so freaked out and upset about what happened with Grant that I went on one date with her. After that, I needed some time. One year later, I ran into her again and that's when we started dating. That's when Grant was also dating a girl named Jill."

"You guys just ignored the connection you had?"

I laughed a little to myself. Classic Amelia. She always wanted the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. "Yeah," I answered. "We both had our demons, I guess."

"Okay. I know you were with Rachel for about a year. What happened with that?"

I closed my eyes tight and took a deep breath. I needed a minute to prepare myself to tell this story. I promised her the truth, so that's what I was going to give her.

"It was Grant's twenty-third birthday..."

Two Years Ago

"Hey, guys." Grant got to his feet to hug Rachel. When he turned towards me, there was a moment of awkwardness before he held out his hand. "It's good to see you, Logan."

"You, too," I replied as I shook his hand. "It's not everyday someone turns twenty-three."

He laughed and we took out seats. "Yeah, I can't believe it."

Neither could I. The night we kissed on my birthday seemed like yesterday. Hard to believe that was a little over two years ago. Once we sat down and ordered our drinks, we started talking about work, life, and other non-important things. Grant and I still hung out frequently; but ever since that night, it's felt different.

"So, where's Jill?" Rachel asked as she sipped her wine.

Grant nearly choked on his drink as his eyes flicked briefly to mine. "Uh—Jill. Right. It hasn't been working for a while, actually. We broke up a week ago."

Were my hands sweating? They felt like they were sweating. I wiped them on my pants as Rachel said, "Oh, Grant, I'm so sorry. Are you going to be alright?"

Before he could answer, her cell phone went off. "Oh, damn. Its work." She rose from the table. "I'll be right back."

There was a moment of awkward silence after Rachel left the table. Even though Grant and I have hung out multiple times alone since the kiss, birthdays were always a little awkward considering what happened.

"Sucks about you and Jill. I really thought you guys were going to make it." It was a lie, but the silence was killing me. From the few times I saw them together over the past year, Grant always seemed to look like he wanted to run as far and as fast as he could from her. I couldn't really blame him though, could I?

His eyes met mine and he answered in a low voice, "We tried to make it work. It just...wasn't meant to be, I guess."

Before I could say anything back to him, Rachel returned to the table. "I'm so sorry, you guys, but I have to go into work. It's an emergency." She looked over to Grant. "Forgive me?"

"Of course," he said with a charming smile. "And don't worry about Logan. He and I will go to my place, order some pizza, and I'll have him back home before he turns into a pumpkin."

Rachel laughed before placing money on the table. "This is for the wine." She leaned down to give me a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you later. Cinderella."

I rolled my eyes at her attempt at humor. Once she was gone, Grant met my stare and held up his keys. "Ready?"

Well, that was a loaded question. "Yeah. Let's get the hell out of here."

Three Hours Later

"Want another beer?" Grant asked from beside me on his couch.

I ran my hand over my face. I've been hanging out at his apartment for a couple hours now. We ordered some pizza and started watching a football game that was on. "Nah, I'm good," I answered. "I should probably go."

Just as I got to my feet, he reached out and grabbed my hand. That familiar shiver shot down my spine. I froze where I stood, but I didn't look at him. I couldn't look at him.

He must have known that, because next thing I knew, he was standing in front of me. "Stay." It came out as a soft plea. "Stay with me, Logan."

"Why should I?" The words came out harsher than I meant, but he knew what the cause of my frustration was. Whenever we got close, one or both of us pulled apart. I didn't think I could keep doing that over and over again.

Grant cursed under his breath before he glanced away. When his eyes met mine again, they were full of an emotion I couldn't name. "I'm sorry, Logan. I'm sorry for what happened that night. I—I was scared. I was a coward and I ran away. I tried to hide how I felt about you in my relationship with Jill. We both know how that ended."

I couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe. He seemed to always have that effect on me.

His cupped my cheek with his hand. He stroked my bottom lip with his thumb and his eyes followed briefly before reconnecting with mine. "Do you still want me, Logan?" he whispered.

"Yes," I answered before I could stop myself.

Everything went supersonic after that. He crushed his mouth to mine with a desperate need and I welcomed it. I was semi-aware that he was ushering me towards his bedroom. He pulled away from me and lifted my shirt over my head before throwing it to the floor. I felt his fingers working the waistband of my jeans. This time, neither of us stopped the other...

"Amelia, please say something," I pleaded when she remained silent and stoic.

She ran her hands through her hair. "I just—I'm surprised, I guess." She frowned before looking back up at me. "Why didn't you ever tell us that you were—"

"I don't know what I am," I rushed out quickly. That was one of my problems. Trying to figure out and accept myself. "After that night, I tried to make it work with Rachel. After while...yeah. I just couldn't. Grant and I drifted apart a little, too. We hung out off and on, but we always argued. It just didn't work. Then I started dating you."

I left a few things out of that story. Like the fact that Grant and I still hooked up randomly every few months. It was before I met Amelia, but I wasn't comfortable telling her that. 

"Why did you start dating me? Was I an experiment?"

I could hear the hurt in her voice and it killed me. I never wanted to hurt her. "No, Amelia. I was attracted to you. At least, I thought I was. I don't know if it was subconsciously or not. When I started dating you, I actually started to feel happy again. Maybe it was because I've known you for so long and I trusted you. Maybe I wanted to be—I don't know—normal? Maybe I was scared mostly of my dad. Of how he would see me and my place in his business."

She looked away before she asked her next question. "Did you sleep with him again before you proposed to me?"

I made sure to look her in the eyes so she knew I was telling the truth. "No. I didn't see him again until after that. I was so confused and overwhelmed with the pressure about joining my dad's business and marrying you. It wasn't that I didn't want to marry you, though. I guess, I started to realize that I was lying to myself and to you. I felt like I was being pulled in every direction."

I ran my hand over my face. "I was drinking one night. I was drinking a lot, actually. I started thinking about him one night when we were the lake house. That's when I reached out to him. And you know the rest."

Amelia had explained to me that she had seen the text messages on my phone. I had never felt more ashamed of myself then when she told me she knew that I had cheated on her. I may be confused as fuck about how I felt about her, but I knew better than to make excuses. She didn't deserve what I did.

"Thank you, Logan, for telling me the truth. But I need to confess something too."

"Confess?" What the hell did she need to confess?

It took her a several seconds to find the words. "I slept with Wyatt."

Okay...I was not expecting that.

So, since this chapter and the next are from My Brother's Girl (just from Logan's POV) I'm posting both chapters! There are only a couple more chapters before the end of My Brother's Girl! That means all new Logan and Grant drama 🖤 Stay nerdy and thank you for reading.

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