And It All Comes Down To You by Kyra Lennon Read Free Book Online Page A

been, and where my words were taking me. A place that certainly isn’t cautious.
    “What do you mean?”
    When he reached for my hand, every place our flesh touched burned, but it brought a fresh wave of fear and I pulled back. Because the guy in front of me was a friend. He was concerned for me like a friend. And even if it was more, there was so much at stake. Too much to lose if it all went wrong. I’d gotten close to him like I’d wanted, but in some ways, that had made things a hell of a lot scarier than when I’d been looking at him through rose-tinted glasses. Now the glasses were off, everything was still rose-coloured, and I had nothing to protect me. No doubts that I was wrong about him.
    I shook my head. “It’s nothing. Can you give me a minute?”
    Without waiting for a reply, I stood up and speed-walked across the pub, inexplicable tears filling my eyes as I pushed through the doors and out onto the street. The rain continued to fall, matching my tears, and I wiped them away, trying to get a hold of myself as cars whizzed past me, kicking up the water from the gutter and getting me wetter.
    What just happened? A perfectly reasonable conversation had turned into me making a melodramatic exit. Way to ruin a great day by being a total and utter girl.
    I couldn’t help it, though. Being so close to Logan yet not quite having the nerve to try to get closer triggered my emotions, my memories. The sheer length of time I’d known him and wanted him overwhelmed me.
    “Marnie.”
    The sound of his voice made me shiver – although I’m sure the cold rain had something to do with it too. I turned as he approached me, wrapping my arms around myself as he got closer.
    “Marnie? What’s wrong? Did I say something to upset you?”
    Cringe .
    “No. God, Logan, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-” I trailed off, unsure how to explain.
    He placed his hands on the tops of my arms and I raised my head to meet his eye. “Marnie, what…? Why did you walk out?”
    “Please, Logan. I just need a second.”
    “You’re getting soaked again, though.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I allowed him to lead me away from the pavement and back towards the shelter of the pub. The awning hanging over the beer garden provided us a little respite from the rain, although we were both drenched once again.
    Shit. Why did I make such a big deal out of this?
    Logan’s arm dropped from my shoulders and he turned me to face him again. “I’m really sorry if I said something stupid.”
    I shook my head again. “You didn’t. I did.”
    “No, you didn’t.”
    “I almost did.”
    “Why did you stop yourself?”
    I laughed. “Because saying that requires more bravery than I have.”
    Logan’s hand slid from my shoulder up to my cheek, brushing away my tears and raindrops with the pad of his thumb. The move made my stomach tighten. It was a far more intimate movement than I’d expected or was used to from him. He took a small step closer to me, not close enough for our bodies to touch, but close enough that he could probably hear my heart beat. It was loud enough to drown out the sound of the cars, the rain, and the faint music from inside the pub.
    “Let’s pretend you are brave,” he said. “What would you say?”
    This was it. My chance. My moment. With his brown eyes gazing into mine, I took a deep breath and said, “If I was brave, I’d say that today was the best day ever. That I’ve waited since I was a dorky twelve-year-old to spend this much time with you. That I’ve thought about you almost every day since I’ve known you, and over the past year, you’re the first thing I think of when I wake up. I’d tell you that if we spend too much time not speaking, I doubt everything. I worry that you never really liked me, and you just… I don’t know… felt sorry for the girl who so obviously has a thing for you.” I paused to wipe away a fresh wave of tears. “I’d tell you that I’m scared we’ll