This time apart from Logan is going to be like medicine — necessary but unpalatable. After our last intense conversation, when I brought up that four letter L word that so often makes or breaks relationships, it was clear to me that we are not on the same page. I’m not even sure we are speaking the same language. Except when we’re naked and not using any words at all… I shift in my window seat. I don’t want to think about that now. I clear my mind by watching the small towns and wintry brown fields roll by. Going home for Thanksgiving will give me some time to gain some perspective on our strange situation. I’ve been enjoying being his muse, but what if I want something more? A part of me does. Another part cannot sort out how to turn our secret life into a real one. This is what I need to think about, because as much as I feel my heart, mind and body inextricably bound to Logan’s heart, mind, and body, I do not know if we match up outside of bed sheets, in the real hustle and bustle of the world.
What do You think about Becoming His Muse, Part Three?
