His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 5: The Kiss

Chapter 5- The kiss.

Tyler's POV

It wasn't just a kiss. It wasn't sothing simple or aningless. It was a mont that left frozen, as if the world had stopped spinning for a few seconds.

Logan's lips on mine were soft, warr than I expected, and they moved with a certain confidence that threw off completely. It wasn't rushed or sloppy—it was deliberate. Every part of it felt like he'd been waiting forever to do this, like he'd thought of this mont a million tis in his head.

For just a second, I felt myself give in.

His scent, sothing clean and faintly sweet, filled my senses. The warmth of his body so close to mine, the way his hands lingered at his sides like he was afraid to grab but still wanted to—it all felt... wrong.

And yet, it wasn't.

I hated how it wasn't.

Because deep down, sothing stirred in . I didn't pull away imdiately.

.

But then reality crashed into like a cold wave.

I jerked back, nearly stumbling. My breathing was uneven, my heart pounding harder than it ever had. My hand flew to my lips instinctively, as if trying to erase the lingering warmth.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I shouted, my voice echoing in the emptiness of the space.

Logan didn't move. He didn't flinch, didn't stamr, didn't try to run. He just stood there, his eyes locked on mine like he was bracing himself for the worst.

I hated how calm he looked.

"Are you out of your damn mind?" I barked again, taking a step back. "What gave you the idea—the audacity—to do that?"

"I couldn't hold myself back," he said, his voice quiet but steady.

I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. "Oh, you couldn't hold yourself back? That's your excuse?" I spat. "You thought, 'Hey, Tyler's life is already a ss, so why not make it worse by kissing him?'"

"That's not it," Logan said quickly, stepping forward.

"Don't," I warned, raising a hand to stop him. "Don't co any closer. Just answer the damn question. What the hell was that?"

"It was telling you how I feel," he said, his voice breaking slightly.

I froze, his words hitting like a punch to the gut. "What?"

"I've been crushing on you for years, Tyler," he said, his voice gaining strength. "I've wanted to tell you so many tis, but I didn't know how. I didn't think you'd ever look at that way, so I just... kept it to myself. And then today happened, and I just—"

"You just what?" I cut him off, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "You thought this was the perfect ti to confess? After everything you've done? After you destroyed my relationship, humiliated , and sent those stupid texts? You thought a kiss would fix all of that?"

"I didn't send the texts to hurt you," Logan said quickly. "I sent them because I care about you. I couldn't stand watching Alexis treat you like you didn't matter. You deserved to know the truth."

I clenched my jaw, my fists curling at my sides. "And you think you're better? You think you're the one who gets to decide what's best for ?"

"No," Logan admitted. "I just—"

"You just what?" I snapped, cutting him off again. "You thought ruining my life was so kind of love letter?"

"Yes," he said, his voice firm. "Because I love you, Tyler. I've loved you for years, and I couldn't keep it bottled up anymore. I know I screwed up, but everything I did, I did because I care about you."

"You're insane," I said, shaking my head. "You've lost it. Do you hear yourself right now? You think this is love?"

"It is," Logan insisted, his eyes pleading.

I couldn't take it anymore. The frustration, the anger, the confusion—it all bubbled to the surface. Before I knew it, I'd grabbed the front of his shirt and slamd him against the wall.

"Stay the hell away from ," I growled, my voice low and dangerous. "I've had enough of your lies, Logan. You've done nothing but ruin everything good in my life. You think I'm so kind of fool who's going to fall for your pathetic excuses? Guess again."

Logan didn't fight back. He didn't even try to push off. He just stood there, looking at with those damn eyes—eyes that were filled with sothing I didn't want to na.

"Please, Tyler," he whispered. "Just give a chance. Let prove to you that I'm not lying."

I tightened my grip on his shirt, my breath hot and heavy. "The only thing you're proving is that you're desperate," I said through gritted teeth. "Stay the hell away from , Logan. And don't even think about sending another one of those disgusting texts. If you do, you'll regret ever knowing ."

"Tyler," Logan started, but I wasn't interested in hearing whatever excuse he had next.

I raised my fist, ready to put an end to this once and for all, when a sharp voice cut through the air.

"Tyler!"

I froze, my fist hovering mid-air. Slowly, I turned to see the principal standing a few feet away, her arms crossed and her expression a mix of anger and concern.

"What's going on here?" she asked, her eyes flicking between and Logan.

I let go of Logan's shirt and stepped back, my chest still heaving. "Nothing," I muttered. "I was just leaving."

"Doesn't look like nothing," she said, narrowing her eyes.

I slung my bag over my shoulder and started walking away, but after a few steps, I stopped. I turned back to face her, my voice cold and steady.

"Warn him," I said, nodding toward Logan. "Warn him to stay out of my way. Because if he doesn't, he'll only have himself to bla."

With that, I turned and walked away, my fists clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms.

My mind was a ss. My heart was racing for reasons I didn't want to acknowledge.

But one thing was clear.

Logan needed to stay far, far away from .