Mine
Brittany Taylor
Contents
Other Titles by Brittany Taylor
1. Lena
2. Lena
3. Logan
4. Lena
5. Lena
6. Logan
7. Lena
8. Logan
9. Logan
10. Lena
11. Lena
12. Logan
13. Lena
14. Logan
15. Lena
16. Logan
17. Lena
18. Lena
19. Logan
20. Lena
21. Lena
22. Lena
23. Logan
24. Lena
25. Logan
26. Lena
27. Logan
28. Lena
29. Lena
30. Logan
Epilogue
Sneak Peek
Sara
Follow Brittany
Acknowledgments
Other Titles by Brittany Taylor
Without You
Without Me
What Are the Chances
See Through
Dissipate: A Back to Me Series Book 1
Back to Me: A Back to Me Series Book 3
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Dani
My sister, my best friend.
Never let your fire stop blazing across this world. It needs more of your beautiful mark.
One
Lena
The crunching beneath my foot feels like a million bones snapping all at once.
“Well, shit,” I groan, bending down to pick up the remnants of what was once my phone. The shattered screen and half-broken backing bend across the palm of my hand like a sad, spineless mess. Wiping large clumps of mud and rain from the screen, I foolishly try to turn it back on, knowing there’s no possible way it could still work.
When it doesn’t come back to life, I snap my head up at the sound of a car door closing. Logan’s footsteps pound into the soaking wet asphalt as he steps up onto the curb, stopping in front of me.
Concerned, he eyes the shattered remains of my phone. “Again, Lena?” he sighs, cradling my hands in his. Heavy drops of water cover the skin of our joined hands. I look up at him from under rain-soaked eyelashes.
“I know.” A piece of me deflates, knowing I’ve only had this phone for two months. However, the last phone was replaced simply out of necessity and survival than it was pure clumsiness. “I can’t help it,” I say. “I tripped getting out of the car.” I glance over my shoulder, narrowing my eyes at the exact spot I tripped.
Logan swipes his thumb along my cheek, pulling my gaze back to him. “Always so clumsy.”
I laugh. “No. I think it’s just a case of bad luck.”
We’re standing on the sidewalk outside Logan’s apartment in the center of Providence. Thick, heavy drops of rain continue to pour down on us, soaking us from head to toe. The sound of passing cars, their tires barreling through puddles, echoes behind us. Logan’s touch stirs me, bringing back those all too familiar warm feelings in the bottom of my stomach. His thumb grazing my skin matches the cold water saturating our skin.
I’m still holding my broken phone in my hand when I raise my other one to his head. I brush my fingers against the freshly cut strands. His chestnut-colored hair now looks black thanks to the thunderstorm brewing above us. The ends are pressed against his forehead, weighed down by the cool water. His hair is cut short and a piece of me deflates, missing the way it used to look, long and unruly. But just like my first replacement phone, Logan cut his hair out of necessity.
I run my hand down the side of his face then slide it across his waist, wrapping my arm around his sculpted frame. His muscles instinctively contract at my touch and I can’t deny how my stomach flutters knowing I still elicit this kind of reaction out of him. It’s only been a few months since Logan and I have really been together and not a day has passed where I don’t remember how much I love him. I scan his face, my heart fluttering as his mouth turns up into a smile. His jaw is covered in the beginnings of a beard, the scruff hiding the leftover evidence of what his face had endured several months ago. Scars are buried underneath, a constant reminder of how I had nearly lost him.
Logan wraps his hands around my waist, gripping on to my hips. He pulls me close and the familiar scent of orange Tic Tacs fills the moisture-filled air between us. Ever since I met him, he’s been absolutely obsessed with orange Tic Tacs. Claims they’re the only ones worth eating. I always thought it had more to do with the fact that he quit smoking just after I met him, and he knew it was the only thing that kept him from picking up the habit again. That and the fact that they were significantly cheaper.
His eyes search my face. “We should probably get inside. We’re getting soaked.”
“I don’t care.” I laugh. Thunder rumbles the sky above us and my heart skips a beat, the feeling shooting straight through me.
“Come on.” Logan laughs too, tucking a few loose strands of hair back behind my ears. His fingers stop short when he reaches the ends. As Logan had done, I cut my hair as well. Not too short, but enough for me to be able to feel the absence of the weight it once held. He grabs the shattered remains of my phone and drops them into the grocery bag he’s holding. He wraps his arm around me, urging me to follow him inside to his apartment. “We’ll get you a new phone tomorrow.”
Logan’s apartment building is tall. It’s one of those apartment buildings that require a security code to get in the front door. One large door remains as the only entrance into the building, its brick exterior acting as a blanket of security. When Logan had recovered enough to be released from the hospital, both of us had decided it would be best for us to stay together, to live together. His recovery was going to be a long process, one that would take up the majority of my time. Neither of us felt safe anymore and as far as we knew, Julian didn’t know where Logan lived. In the time that Logan was recovering in the hospital, I would stay with him as much as I possibly could, or I would stay with my best friend,
