His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 134: One Bed, Two Heart

Chapter 134- One Bed, Two Hearts

Logan's POV

I froze.

Completely caught off guard.

There I was—already halfway out the door—when I heard it.

"Wait," Tyler's voice came, soft but clear. "Could you... please cuddle me? I'm still really cold."

For a second, I thought I misheard him.

Me? Cuddle him?

I turned slowly, blinking as if I needed to double-check that he actually said what I just heard.

And yeah. He was looking right at me. No jokes. No smirks. Just honest eyes and trembling lips.

He was serious.

I didn't know what to say.

I genuinely didn't know what to say.

Because the moment those words left his mouth, my brain stopped working. It was like someone slammed a brick on the keyboard in my head, and now everything was frozen.

I had come to give him hot chocolate and leave quietly.

That was the plan.

He was cold. He was shaking. He needed warmth. I understood.

I even thought of offering to stay... but I didn't want to stress him out or cross any lines.

So, I was going to give him space. Let him rest. Let him be comfortable.

But now?

He was asking me to stay.

To lie beside him.

To cuddle him.

And my brain? My brain chose violence.

Because suddenly, I was thinking too much.

My chest tightened. My heart sped up. And just like that, my mind began to wander.

What if something happens tonight?

What if this leads to more than just cuddling?

God, it's cold. It's raining. It's the kind of weather that makes people lose their self-control.

The kind of weather that makes people do things they wouldn't normally do.

The bed is warm.

His body is cold.

He's wearing my shirt. My sweatpants. His hair is still a little wet from the rain. His lips are pink, and—

Damn it.

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I squeezed my eyes shut, took a deep breath, and tried to stop the trail of thoughts crawling under my skin.

Control yourself, Logan. Get it together.

I told myself that even if I said yes, I could control myself. I would stay far on the edge of the bed. I would hold him if he asked—but nothing more.

But I didn't trust myself. Not completely.

Because I'd seen the way he looked tonight. I'd felt the moment he leaned against me in the rain. The way his body shook. The way he trusted me.

And what if I'm the one who ends up being weak?

What if I'm the one who crosses the line?

What if I accidentally touch him in a way that sends the wrong signal?

What if...

What if I'm the one who seduces him?

I turned my head to look at him again.

And there he was.

Tyler.

Looking right at me with those tired, sad eyes.

Eyes that begged me silently.

Not for sex.

Not for lust.

Not for anything dirty.

Just for comfort.

Warmth.

Safety.

He looked so small in that bed. So vulnerable. So cold.

And I felt like an absolute bastard for hesitating.

He was hurting.

And I was busy battling my own messed-up thoughts like some hormonal teenager.

"Please," he said again, this time even softer. "If you don't want to stay all night, that's okay. Just... just stay until I fall asleep. That's all I'm asking. I'm really cold, Logan..."

That was it.

That was the dagger to the chest.

I sighed and scratched the back of my neck, biting down hard on my lip to shut my brain up.

"Okay," I said finally, my voice low. "I'll stay."

His face lit up just a little. Not a smile, but relief.

"But," I added, raising a hand, "I need to go drop this cup and take a quick bath first. My body's still freezing. And if I lie down like this, I'll make it worse. You'll end up catching more cold from me."

Tyler nodded, his lips still trembling as he whispered a soft "Thank you."

I gave him one last look—still curled under the blanket like a freezing kitten—before I turned and quietly left the room.

As I walked down the stairs with the empty cup in my hand, I sighed to myself.

"I was planning to eat tonight," I muttered. "Now I'm about to turn into a human heater."

I wasn't mad. Not at all.

In fact, I couldn't blame Tyler.

If I were him—soaked, cold, weak—I'd have asked for the same.

Maybe not from just anyone, but from someone I trusted.

And that's what really messed me up.

He trusted me.

Even after everything... after how complicated everything had become between us... he still wanted me close.

That alone made me want to do everything in my power to keep him safe.

I handed the cup to Maya when I reached the kitchen. She raised an eyebrow.

What the fuck are you looking at?

Didn't you know what to do with this cup I handed to you?" I fired at her and she quickly bowed her head to apologize and was about to scurried to the kitchen when i told her to wait.

"Make me hot soup," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "Spicy. Warm. Like... the kind that makes you feel alive again."

Maya didn't ask questions. She just nodded, bowed and darted into the kitchen.

I stood there for a moment, arms folded, staring blankly at the tiled floor.

"Great," I whispered to myself. "Now I'm responsible for feeding, warming, and cuddling a half-frozen, dangerously cute boy. This night just keeps getting better."

A few minutes later, I headed back upstairs.

Tyler hadn't slept yet. He was lying on his side, still trembling under the duvet. His back was facing me, and for a second, I wondered if he regretted asking me to stay.

"Hey," I said softly, walking in. "Don't be mad. I just need to take a quick bath and eat something. I haven't eaten all day."

He didn't turn around, but I heard his weak voice reply, "It's okay... thank you again."

I smiled, though he couldn't see it.

I stepped into the bathroom, turned on the water heater, and waited for it to warm up. I wanted the heat to soak into my skin—because if I climbed into that bed with him, I needed to be warm, not damp and cold.

The water helped.

It relaxed me, but it also made me more nervous.

Because the closer I got to going back into that room, the more my thoughts started racing again.

I wasn't just going to sleep beside him.

I was going to cuddle him.

And our bodies were going to touch.

And he smelled like rain and clean cotton now.

Logan. Chill. For real.

I dried off quickly and changed into a soft hoodie and sweatpants. Something decent. Something not too thin. Something safe.

I stepped out of the bathroom quietly, and Tyler was still lying there, now facing the wall.

He looked small.

Tired.

Fragile.

I was walking over to grab my phone when I heard a soft knock on the door.

"Shit," I muttered. I glanced at Tyler. "Sorry," I whispered, heading to the door quickly.

It was Maya, holding the tray with the soup.

"Here is the soup? Exactly how you want it, hot rich and spicy for the cold." She explained with a warm smile but I wasn't having any of it.

"Could you keep the explanation aside and hand me the soup?," I said, trying to keep my voice down. As I took the tray and gently closed the door.

I placed the tray on the table near the bed and turned to Tyler.

"Hey," I said softly. "I brought soup. It'll warm you up more than the chocolate did. Can you sit up?"

He nodded slowly, already trying to lift himself up with shaky arms.

I rushed over to help him.

"Careful," I said, sliding one arm under his back to lift him.

But then—

It happened.

As I leaned in...

As I reached over him...

Our faces got too close.

And then—

Our lips touched.

Not planned. Not romantic. Not dramatic.

Just accidental.

Just warm skin brushing against mine for a split second—

but it was enough to send electricity down my spine.

We both froze.

I pulled back like I'd been shocked.

"I— I'm so sorry!" we said at the same time, our eyes wide.

Tyler's face turned pink.

But mine?

Mine was red.

Burning.

Like a damn tomato.

"I didn't mean to—" I started, but then stopped. What was the point of explaining? It was just an accident.

He finally sat up, still shivering but trying to act like it didn't just happen.

I walked over to the tray, grabbed the bowl of soup, and came back.

There were two spoons in the bowl.

He reached for one—probably to feed himself—but I stopped him gently.

"No," I said. "Don't bother. Let me do it."

He looked at me with quiet surprise.

"I'll feed you," I said, sitting beside him and picking up the spoon. "Just focus on getting warm."