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I stepped into the office expecting to see Yasmin, but her things weren't there, and neither was she.

I let out a tired sigh, I still hadn't talked to Sarah yet and I know I promised Yasmin but I had no idea where to even start.

That's a decade of commitment and love down the drain. I would be a fool to say that it wouldn't affect me, a fool and a liar. I knew for a fact that I loved Yasmin, I wanted to be with her.

The only dilemma was how to confess all that to Sarah without hurting her more than necessary. I knew it would hurt, I just wanted to make the transition as smooth as possible.

When Yasmin didn't show up after an hour, I searched for my phone to text or call her. Digging in my pockets for about five minutes, I realized that I left it at home. Fuck. I didn't really need it at work so I would just leave it at home, but I wanted to see Yasmin.

I grabbed my things and nodded at Rachel as I left the building. I got in my car and drove to her house, I got out and knocked on her door.

The door opened and she stood next to it in a tank top and silk shorts. Her hair was up in a curly, messy bun. Normally she would always straighten her hair before work but since she didn't go, she left it in its natural state that I love.

She looked at me and squinted her eyes, "I texted you, dude. Why are you here."

"Left my phone at home. So I don't know what you're talking about." I pushed the door open and moved to kiss her but she stopped me.

"Logan, no. I'm going to let the shit you pulled go, but there is no way in hell we're doing anything." She crosses her arms and leaned away from me. "Is that what you came here for?"

"No, I just wanted to see you. If you want me to leave, I'll leave." I open the door and step out but she grabs my arm softly.

"Logan, I-I'm sorry. Its just, I'm so sick of being second best or the after thought. I want to be someone's one and only, I don't want to be the mistress or the 'whore' anymore. I'm twenty-five years old, you think any man has ever even thought of proposing to me?" She shakes her head and chuckles.

I look at the floor and feeling my brows furrow. No wonder she was pushing me to leave Sarah or to end things. When she puts it like that, I couldn't help but feel like absolute shit.

I never imagined that Yasmin would get hurt.

Duh, you idiot.

I uncross Yasmin's arms and pull her into my chest. She stands there for a minute before returning my embrace. "I'm sorry, Yaz. I know I sound like a broken record. But I'm going to fix all of this shit and we'll be together, openly."

She looks up at me, staring into my eyes as if searching for something. "Please don't lie to me, I can't take another disappointment, Logan. I really can't."

I take her face in my hands, "I'm going to make this happen. All I'm going to do is finalize a couple of things and then I'm all yours."

She nods and pulls away, "come on then." She grabs my hand and leads me to the couch where a show was paused.

"What were you watching?" I take off my coat and my blue button up, leaving the white t-shirt on before sitting down. Yasmin sits down next to me and rests on my chest, her legs kicked up on the ottoman beside mine.

"Power, you've never watched it before?" She grabbed a bowl of mixed chocolates next to her and offered me some. I took a few and shook my head at her question. She gave me a backstory before unpausing the show.

"So which one is Ghost and which one is Tommy?" I frown looking at the fair skinned white guy and the brown skinned guy next to him.

"Ghost is the black one, Tommy is the white one. Tasha is Ghost's wife, they were all besties back in the day." I nod and try to keep up, but it was hard considering this was season six.

I looked down at Yasmin to see her completely entranced with what was on the screen. I kissed her forehead and pulled her closer to me as she smiled.

Against my will, I fell into a peaceful sleep.

"Logan," I heard a soft whisper in my ear. Opening my eyes, I found Yasmin leaning over me.

"How long was I out?" I noticed that she paused the tv at a totally different episode, the sun also looked to be going down.

"Like two and a half hours." My eyes went big as I stared at her amused face. "What? You looked tired so I let you sleep."

"You could've woke me up, I came to spend time with you."

"Having you here next to me is enough to make my whole day, Logan." I stared at her for a moment, an overwhelming feeling moved through my chest.

I pushed a curly strand from her face. "I love you, Yaz." Her eyes closed, but she didn't have to say it, I could feel it. She wouldn't be able to fully believe me until I end things with Sarah.

I understood that, I just wouldn't stop telling her.

"I'm going to end things with her tonight. I'll probably be back later at night with some of my things, if that's okay?" She opened her eyes and nodded.

"But... what if she's pregnant?"

"If she's pregnant than I'll be a father to the baby when they get here. Did you think that I'd just abandon my

ki—"

She shakes her head frantically, "no. I never expected that of you. I'd be upset if you would. I'm just thinking, do you honestly think she'd even let me be around the baby?" She looked away from me and looked down.

"It doesn't matter, the baby will be mine too. If she has a problem with that then we go to court."

"That's a huge thing though, Logan." I simply shrug.

"Then she'll just have to compromise so it won't come to that. How are you with kids, anyway?" I raise a brow and tease her to lighten the mood.

She grins, "I love kids. I-I want some of my own, I mean a little down the road but still." She looks at me with hope in her eyes.

"Okay," I kiss her lips, smiling when she doesn't pull away.

"I love you too, Logan. Just please don't hurt me again." She leans her forehead against mine, her eyes closed.

"I won't."