His After The Heartbreak (BL)
Chapter 223: Do You Want Me That Much

Chapter 223: Do You Want Me That Much

Chapter 223- Do You Want Me That Much?

LOGAN’S POV

"I should’ve left you to die. You ungrateful punk," Tyler snapped, his voice rising, full of heat.

I didn’t flinch.

"You know it still isn’t too late, right?" I shot back, tilting my head lazily like I wasn’t the one almost dying a few minutes ago. "You can just press rewind on time, go back five minutes, and sit there watching me choke for real this time. Let’s test how much self-control you really have."

He didn’t respond immediately. I heard him take a deep, like he was fighting with himself not to explode.

"That’s his cup of tea anyway," I muttered under my breath, turning my head to look out the window like he was invisible. Let him stew in it. I didn’t even need him to save me. But he did... and now I have to deal with that truth crawling all over my pride.

One by one, the rest of the students finished climbing into the bus. Chattering voices, laughter, and that stupid loud chewing some people just can’t help—it all died down once the principal climbed in holding a microphone

"Attention, students," she began, her voice loud and annoying like it always is. "This is your principal."

Wow. Thank God she said it. I was starting to think she was the school janitor.

"We have some rules and regulations to go over before this trip..."

Here we go.

She launched into a whole lecture about behavior, kindness, don’t be mean to your roommates, respect boundaries, yadda yadda yadda. Every second of it dragged like a snail walking through hot glue. I looked around and nearly everyone had the same expression: dead inside.

By the time she finally stopped talking and sat down, the bus driver wasted no time. The engine roared to life, and the bus jerked forward, pulling us onto the road.

"Finally," I muttered, resting my head against the seat and letting my body relax just a little.

But of course, my brain didn’t want to relax with me.

I kept thinking about the long-ass road ahead, how many hours we still had left to reach the camp, and how uncomfortable this seat was. The more I thought about it, the heavier my eyelids felt.

"No, no, Logan. This isn’t the time to sleep," I whispered to myself. I slapped my face lightly—twice—trying to stay alert. It didn’t help.

Sleep was already winning.

I turned my head to the side, almost as a last resort to distract myself, only to find Tyler.

Fast asleep.

And I mean dead asleep.

His body was slouched slightly, his face relaxed, soft even. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, sweat collecting along his hairline like he’d just been in a race in his dreams. He looked so calm.

So hot.

I hate myself.

My eyes landed on his lips—those stupid red lips that always looked kissable no matter how much I wanted to pretend they weren’t. I stared for a second too long and then quickly jerked my head away before someone thought I was trying to memorize his damn DNA.

I glanced around. The bus was quiet now. Every single student had surrendered to the sleep monster. Even the loudmouth from earlier was snoring like a broken fan. The only one still wide awake was the driver.

Which meant it was all on me now.

I frowned.

What if we’re about to get kidnapped?

What if this is all a setup?

What if we’re about to be sold off to some weird cult in the woods?

And I’m the only one awake?

I groaned and rubbed my eyes. Nope. I have to stay awake. I have to be the watch guard. The one who alerts everyone. The hero.

But my brain didn’t care.

"You know what?" I muttered to myself, already slouching. "Screw safety. If something happens, we all go down together. Why should I be the hero anyway? No one elected me."

I yawned, letting my body melt into the seat. "Let them kidnap us. Let the cult come. At least I’ll be well-rested when I die."

And with that, I gave in.

I closed my eyes, finally letting myself sink into the sweet, sweet darkness of sleep when—

Thunk.

What the...?

Something soft landed on my shoulder.

For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. But then I felt it again—a head. Someone’s head was now resting on me.

And not just that.

A hand followed—landing right across my neck.

The universe just loved messing with me.

And the worst part? I was still sleepy. My body wanted to shut down again, but how could I? I had a human heater on my shoulder and a hand on my neck.

Why is this happening to me?

The person shifted slightly, his fingers brushing my collarbone as if it belonged there.

I clenched my teeth.

"This person will not let me know peace," I muttered under my breath.

Why my neck though?

Out of everywhere in this big-ass bus, out of all the flat, empty surfaces available—why did this person have to pick my neck to rest their whole life on?

My eyes were still shut, but inside my head, I was already raging. Heavens knows... if I opened my eyes right now, I was going to make that person’s life miserable. I swear. On everything I own. I said that to myself, and I meant it.

Then it got worse.

Suddenly, I felt the weight of a head getting closer to my face. It wasn’t just resting—it was brushing my cheek. No—kissing it. Like some romantic K-drama shit. And then the person started mumbling stuff, whispering right into my ear like we were on a honeymoon or something.

That was it.

"Can you leave me the fuck alone?" I snapped, pushing the person off with my eyes still sealed shut. I didn’t care who it was. If it was a demon or a ghost, it better take the message and disappear.

But no.

The sleepy bastard didn’t stay on their side. Not even for a full minute. He just rolled back like a possessed teddy bear and dropped his hand on my shoulder again—like my body was a fucking pillow made in heaven.

Hold up.

The sleep in my brain vanished instantly.

Something wasn’t adding up.

That voice. When he whispered just now... it wasn’t soft or high-pitched like a girl’s. It was deep. Definitely male. And the only person sitting next to me is...

Tyler.

Oh my god. It’s Tyler.

That motherfucker.

Why did I even think it was someone else? Of course it was him. It had to be him. I slowly opened my eyes, and just as I expected—there he was.

Fast asleep.

What the actual fuck is wrong with him?

I looked at him—looked at how peaceful he was. Like his whole body decided my shoulder was home. Like he couldn’t just stay in his own lane and sleep facing the window like a normal person.

Seriously. Who the hell sleeps like this?

And look at him. His face so soft, like he’s never hurt a soul. Meanwhile, he was the one who sent me that letter—cold, straight-up disrespectful—talking about how he wanted nothing to do with me. Now he’s out here snuggling like we’re besties?

If I was wicked... or a serial killer, I swear I’d have choked him right here and sent him straight to his ancestors in his sleep. But unfortunately for him, I’m not that wicked. At least not today.

I stared at him with burning irritation. Even after I shoved him off earlier, his head still found its way back to me like a magnet. This dude had no shame.

"Tyler, get that disgusting head of yours off me," I said through gritted teeth, pushing him again like he could hear me through dreamland.

But instead of waking up and apologizing like a decent human being, he mumbled softly, "Please let me sleep... I didn’t sleep well last night..."

Are you kidding me?

This man had the audacity to be pleading for sleep on my body? The same body he swore he never wanted to be near? The disrespect is legendary.

I bet he doesn’t even know who he’s resting on. I bet he has no clue that the neck he’s using like a hotel pillow belongs to the same person he was avoiding like a plague.

The irony is delicious.

Imagine the look on his face when he wakes up and realizes he’s been napping all over me like a sleepy toddler. I already know. He’ll jump back like I’m diseased. Maybe even curse. Blame it on the bus. Blame it on gravity. Blame it on me, somehow.

Because that’s what Tyler does.

You know what? I should push him off again. I should let him fall and wake up on the dirty floor of this bus like he deserves.

But I didn’t.

I stayed still.

Let’s do it for the plot, Logan. That’s what I told myself. Let’s give him the shock of his life when he opens those big eyes and finds his head on my shoulder. Let’s see who really doesn’t want anything to do with who.

I even shifted a little closer to him, just to make sure he was comfortable.

I glanced around. Everyone was still fast asleep.

So I leaned back and let my eyes fall shut again.

Just for a little bit.

⸻

I didn’t know how long I was out for. Could’ve been minutes. Could’ve been hours. All I know is that something—or someone—shoved me hard.

I blinked, still half in dreamland,

"Why are you cuddling with me?!"

"Don’t you know how disgusting that is?"

"Do you want me that much?"