I saw his shoulders deflate and he knelt in front of me. He pried the loofah out of my clenched fingers and the moment I lost their comfort I started to cry.

I hate how I'm crying over every single thing.

'Please don't cry," he whispered.

'Give it to me."

'I can't, baby you know I can't."

A scream clawed out of my throat and he placed his forehead on my stomach in defeat.

'Don't do this to me Logan please," I resorted to begging, 'I need to get if ...