The Returning Ex

Logan and Dad are probably drinking to their hearts’ content this time. At the mere thought of it, Lola felt a wave of sympathy pain assailing her stomach. Tarrying for a while, she then went to take a shower upon seeing that the drinking party was showing no signs of wrapping up. Then, she sprawled onto the bed. Utterly worn out from all the climbing she did up the mountain today, she fell into slumber just moments after lying down.

After an indeterminate time, she groggily sensed her bedroom door being opened. Rather drowsy, she didn’t react at all since she thought that it was her mother who came in to check on her. However, sometime later, she got a strong whiff of alcohol beside her.

Just when she was about to turn over, she suddenly felt someone flipping open her blanket and stumblingly slipping under the covers. A bolt of fear lanced through her, and she almost screamed. Swiftly flipping off the bed, she slapped her hand on the light switch. In the next moment, she was greeted by the sight of Logan lying sideways on her bed, dead to the world. His face is all red, so he’s totally hammered.

She then strained her ears, making out Mrs. Hunt’s mutterings outside. This was a very normal occurrence since her mother groused every time her father got plastered. It seems that they didn’t notice the fact that he went to the wrong room and barged into my room instead.

over him, she pivoted and went out, going to the room that’d been prepared for

voices had already ceased, so it was very silent. After a while, Lola gave a bark of laughter before flipping over and closing her eyes. She had no trouble sleeping on an unfamiliar bed. After all, she often had to sleep in the car back when she went on

usual to prepare breakfast in the morning. She was feeling a tad reluctant to wake up, so she burrowed into the covers. Meanwhile, Logan and Mr. Hunt probably hadn’t sobered up,

off again groggily. In the end, it was Logan who came to wake her up. He’d obviously freshened up and was staring at her while sitting on the edge of the bed, grinning

shame? Slowly sitting up, Lola lifted a hand and punched his shoulder though she didn’t put much strength into it. “You barged into my room in your drunken haze yesterday, you shameless man! Having no other recourse, I could only

to the back. “I was the one who was