Instead what I can tell is the way her heartbeat increases and flutters in class when I walk past her. I can tell the way she leaned into me at Joe’s. The way our bodies are pulled together when we are near. I still affect her. The mate bond is still working and she still affects me.
I need to make a decision.
Do I tell Alexia the truth and live my life as Alpha, forgetting about everything I wanted for my life, but with Alexia by my side. Which of course is if she still wants to be with me once she knows the truth.
Or do I accept the rejection from Alexia and pass up the one chance I have to be with my mate to go to college and be a normal guy who plays football and hope to one day find someone I can spend my life with. Someone who isn’t my mate.
Someone who isn’t Alexia.
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Alexia's POV
Saturday..... It’s been one of my favorite days recently. No school, so that means there’s less of a chance of me seeing Logan. I still don’t understand how he managed to affect me so much in such a little amount of time.
Stop thinking of him Alex.
It’s my new daily mantra. I have to tell myself constantly to stop thinking of him. It doesn’t do much good though. Unless I’m with Chris, I think of him. I can’t seem to help myself. I’m also not even sure how Chris manages to block him from my mind.
But today my plan is to just do something for me. I’m going to go into town and get a new book and then go the coffee shop so I can sit with some coffee and cake and start reading my new book. Boring I know, but that’s the plan. Well the plan for the morning anyway.
For the afternoon I’m working up the courage to confront Logan. To ask why he keeps sending the notes and the flowers. It needs to stop.
There were more flowers and a note waiting for me yesterday when I got home.
“I’ll be seeing you soon princess"
That’s all it said but it made up my mind to confront him. I think I need some sort of closure to get him out of my head. Maybe he needs some closure on me too.
I grab my jacket and comfy shoes and start my walk into town. I’m confident now that I would be able to drive, but I still haven’t left the confines of my yard while driving. I haven’t really had the need to. Chris picks me up and drops me off after school each day and on the days he has practice I get a lift with Amber.
I would walk more but there’s been another attack on a girl again, and Chris doesn’t like it when I’m out by self. His theory about it not being an animal is making more and more sense each day. Surely an animal wouldn’t pick the same type of victim each time. The police are sticking with their story though so that’s good enough for me, they are just warning to not stay out after dark. So a walk today when the sun is shining is fine and anyway it looks too beautiful not to walk. As long as I wrap up against the cold I’ll be good.
I love the smell of a bookstore. I can never quite put my finger on what the actual smell is, maybe just a mixture of the paper, the glue on the bindings, the wood from the shelves, old and new books. Whatever it is I always find it relaxing, and that was precisely what I needed this morning to prepare myself for this afternoon. I spend a few minutes just wondering aimlessly through the rows of tall shelves before I find the section that I want. A good chic lit book is what I need. One that will make me laugh, then when I turn the page it will make my cry.
I never can just buy one book at a time though and I have a stack of them in my arms while reading the blurb on the back of another. Not looking where I am going I round the corner at the end of the aisle and walk straight into a solid chest, making me drop my books.
“I’m so sorry, I’m such a klutz,” I say as I bend down to collect my books without looking at the person I bumped into.
“No problem, I think it was probably my fault though, sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going” He has a deep attractive voice which makes me want to see the face that goes with it. His face and voice match perfectly. I didn’t know what they fed the guys in this part of the country but I honestly had never been to somewhere so small with such an abundance of hot guys.
Not as hot as Logan.... As ever my mind wanders to him and I physically shake my head gently to try and remove him from my thoughts.
“Honestly it fine, lets just say we are equal,” I say to him with a small smile. I wait for his reply but he just looks at me intently as if I were the one supposed to reply to him. After a few moments of awkward silence and decide to make a break for it.
“Okay, well sorry again” I say slightly confused as to why he was just staring at me. I make a step to go around him and it seems to snap him out of whatever trance he was
