Title: Martinis and Mistletoe

Summary: Present-day fic, post election. With Rory back in Stars Hollow and Logan not far behind, the 12 Days of Christmas quickly become the 12 days of winning Rory back. Will these two be able to overcome everything that's happened in the last 2 years and have a Holly Jolly Christmas? Or will Logan end up staying a Grinch well into 2010?


Prologue – Mr Grinch

You're a mean one, Mr Grinch.
You really a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Grinch ~Thurl Ravenscroft

November 27, 2009

Of all of the places he had dreamed he could run into her at, the Wethersfield Country Club had not been at the top of the list. Hell, it hadn't even cracked the top ten, but here they both were, at their respective family's tables doing their best to ignore the fact that they were both in the same room for the first time in almost two years.

Honor was the one who noticed her first. Leaning over her husband's dinner plate to ask Logan, "Isn't that Rory Gilmore sitting over there?" He followed her gaze and sure enough, there she was, sitting with Richard and Emily at a table that was thankfully halfway across the room. He tried to look unaffected as he took a long swallow of the drink in his hand before answering his sister.

"It is," he affirmed before attempting to move the conversation back to the topic they had been discussing before Rory had been spotted. Honor however, either didn't notice his discomfort at the subject or just plain didn't care. He was willing to bet on the latter since she immediately leaned back over Josh's plate to proclaim how amazing Rory looked. Seeing the look on his face, Honor backed off slightly, going back to telling him about the trip she and Josh were planning on taking after the beginning of the new year. He thought maybe they would be able to finish dinner peacefully however a few minutes later she leaned toward him again.

"Have you seen her since..."

"No," Logan cut her off. "I haven't." He hadn't seen her since the day of her graduation and up until now, he had planned on keeping it that way.

"Huh." Honor took a sip of her wine and sat back. "Maybe you should go say hi?" she suggested. She laughed off the look he gave her with a wave of her hand and a pointed look. "Oh come on little brother, we both know you've been, how can I say this nicely?" She smirked. "Oh yes, I know! You've been an ass lately, Logan. A complete and total ass. Maybe a little female company is just what you need."

He grunted as he finished off his drink. "That, big sister, is the one thing I'm not lacking, but thank you for your concern." He was the one to reach over this time as he picked up her empty glass. "Looks like I'm not the only one who could use a refill. I'll be back." He left the table before Honor could say anything else.

Across the room Rory pretended not to watch as he pushed away from his own table and stalked over to the bar furthest away from her grandparents' table. When she had agreed to join Richard and Emily for dinner at the club, the last person she dreamed she'd lay eyes on was Logan. She hadn't actively thought about it, but realized she had assumed he would still be in California.

She had seen him almost the exact second that they had been seated at their own table. Granted, it had only been the back of his head, but even now, after all this time, she would have recognized him anywhere. A small knot had formed in the pit of her stomach in that moment, and over the course of dinner, it had slowly grown bigger. She had tried not to look at him, to not even think about him, but it couldn't be helped. Her eyes continually wandered over to where he was sitting, willing him to notice she was there. She caught Honor pointing her out through the corner of her eye, and the tightness in her stomach only got worse as she caught sight of the look Logan gave her. After that, she had forced herself to only look over in his direction during lulls in the table conversation; a task she had failed miserably at.

"Rory dear, what on Earth is wrong?" Emily asked, her tone slightly scolding. "You're a million miles away." Her eyes followed Rory's and she frowned slightly. "I had no idea he was back in town," she murmured. "Are you okay?"

Rory turned back to her grandmother and smiled brightly. "I'm fine," she said quickly. She threw herself back into the conversation and pretended she wasn't watching his every move. As she chattered on nervously, she couldn't keep her eyes from wandering over to where he was. Ever watchful, Emily noticed and became determined to keep her as far away from him as she possibly could for the rest of the evening.

She looked amazing. Logan could admit that much as he watched her engage in conversation with several members of the DAR. For the briefest second, their eyes locked together from across the room before each of them diverted their gazes just as quickly as they had connected. He abruptly turned back to the bar and tipped the bartender for the drinks before carrying them back to his table.

Honor pounced on him before he sat down. "When are you going to go say hi?"

"I'm not," he said calmly. He sighed and looked her square in the eye. "Don't give me that look, Honor. There is no reason that I need to go talk to the girl who threw my engagement ring back in my face."

"There's every reason!" she protested. "Proper protocol dictates that we at least acknowledge old acquaintances from the past, especially during the holiday season, and especially at social events! It's just good breeding, Logan."

"You sound just like mom," he taunted her, enjoying the scowl that graced her features. It was enough to silence her briefly, and he turned toward Josh and started talking to him about the penthouse he and Honor had just purchased in New York City.

"Aren't you even a little bit curious as to why she's back in town?" Honor asked the minute there was a lull in the conversation.

"Drop it, Honor," he snapped. "I mean it. I don't want to talk to her."

Honor smirked. "Oh you are so not over her."

"Excuse me?"

"Look at you! You've been a wreck ever since I pointed her out to you. She's all you've been able to think about since you saw her."

"The only reason I'm thinking about her is because you won't stop talking about her!"

"So you are thinking about her!" Honor smiled triumphantly.

"I don't need this." Logan glared at her again and pushed his chair back. "I'm getting another drink. When I come back, I do not want another word about her said, understood?" He gave her another pointed look. "Honor."

She sighed. "Understood."

"Thank you." Logan walked away before she could say anything else.

From her own table, Rory watched as Logan again stalked away from his table. She could tell by the expression on his face that he was angry. She didn't have time to wonder what he could be angry about before Emily was pulling her over to a neighboring table, insistent on her meeting the grandson of one of her friends.

"Rory, have you ever met Aaron Westin? He's Mary Beth's eldest grandson, and we've been meaning to introduce the two of you for ages," Emily proclaimed as Aaron rose from his chair and extended his hand to her. Once the introduction had been made, Emily winked slyly at Rory and excused herself back to their table.

Aaron waited until Emily was out of earshot before leaning toward Rory. "You should probably know right now, I'm very happily engaged and have no interest in taking you out to dinner," he whispered conspiratorially.

Rory laughed in spite of herself. "Since we're being so honest with each other, you should probably know that I'm very happily single, and I had no idea my grandmother thought it was still appropriate to throw me at the family members of her dearest friends."

He laughed with her. "I'd say that you being introduced to me was more about keeping you away from your ex-boyfriend than anything else," he replied. His smile faded as he saw her face fall. "Ah, excuse me, that was probably horribly out of line for me to say."

"No," she said with a wave of your hand. "You're absolutely right about that. I had thought perhaps after two years, everyone would have forgotten about Logan and I."

He handed her a drink off of a passing tray and smiled sympathetically. "When you turn down Logan Huntzberger's proposal of marriage, it's not something so easily forgotten. Especially when back in the place that it happened."

"No, I suppose it's not," she agreed softly. Her eyes caught sight of Logan again, as he walked over to the bar once again.

Aaron smiled at her again. "It was lovely meeting you, Rory, but I do believe I see my fiance looking for me." They shared another smile and he walked away.

Taking a deep breath, she sidled up to him and leaned her elbows on the bar. Shooting a dazzling smile at the bartender, she asked for her drink, waiting for him to turn around before letting her smile drop. After a long uncomfortable pause where it became apparent Logan was not going to make the first move, she opened her mouth again. "So, are we really going to keep playing this game of hide and seek?" she asked, staring straight ahead at the rows of liquor bottles. "Or do you think we can manage a hello?"

He sighed. "Hello Rory."

"Hi Logan." Finally, she turned and looked at him. "I guess that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Could have been worse," he admitted. He regarded her lightly. "You look..." he shook his head and laughed. "You look exactly the same," he admitted.

"I'll take that as a good thing." She allowed he eyes to leave his. "You do too. Maybe a little blonder. California agrees with you."

"It does," he agreed. "But not as much as not marrying me agrees with you." He took a sip of his drink, watching her wince.

"Do you really want to go there?" she asked quietly. "After all this time, do you really want to bring that up?"

He shook his head. "No, no I don't, Rory. I really don't. Which is why I never wanted to see you again, but here you are." He shook his head again. "No Rory, I do not want to think about you turning down my marriage proposal. Not when I'm finally forgetting it ever happened."

She couldn't stop the snort of laughter that escaped her lips. "Yeah, I'd say you're doing a bang up job of that." She smiled at the bartender as he set her drink down in front of her. "I better get back to my table. Really good seeing you again, Logan." She didn't bother to hide the sarcasm in her voice.

"Always a pleasure," he shot back as she walked away.

Emily swooped in immediately as Rory sat back down at the table. "Why did you go over there?" she demanded. "You promised me you would stay away from him." She sighed. "I can tell by the look on your face that the conversation didn't go very well." She laid a hand on her arm. "Are you okay?"

Rory smiled slightly. "I'm fine, Grandma, thank you." She sighed as Emily continued on in her rant against Logan. After a few minutes she finally interrupted her. "It's not entirely his fault, Grandma," she said tiredly with a long glance in Logan's direction.

"I was the one who said no."

Emily waved her hand dismissively. "That was two years ago, Rory! My God, do you think he's been spending all of this time pining for you? Because I have news for you, young lady, he was not. Men like Logan don't waste any time with these things, and the minute you walked away, I am sure he found someone else to keep him company."

"He's here by himself, Grandma," Rory snapped.

"And that matters how?" Emily gave her a hard look. "Rory dear, you are better than this! Do not let yourself get wrapped up in sentimental history. What good would it do you now?"

Rory took a deep breath and attempted a reassuring smile. "None. I merely said hi to him, Grandma. It had to be done sooner or later, and now that it's done, I can go on with my night peacefully."

"Rory? It's been ages since I've seen you!" Honor appeared at her elbow with a bright smile on her face and a half empty glass in her hand. Rory had been on enough double dates with the girl to know that she had more than a couple of drinks in her.

"Honor, how are you?" she asked as she leaned in to kiss the blonde's cheek. "I saw Josh earlier, I trust things are going well with the two of you?"

"Fantastically well!" Honor proclaimed. "We are still blissfully so in love and I simply can't imagine life without him." Discretely, she pulled Rory away from Emily and walked with her a couple of yards away. "I need to talk to you," she said, her voice dropping a couple of notches. "About Logan."

Rory sighed and smiled patiently. "Honor, really, there's nothing to say."

"There is!" she insisted. "There's so much to say. Rory, he won't tell you himself, and he'll kill me for even saying this to you, but he's miserable. He's been miserable for the last two years and tonight when he first saw you were here? He hasn't been able to focus on anything but you since!"

"Honor, I don't know what you want me to say." She shrugged. "We talked briefly, it happened exactly as I imagined it would, and that's all there is to it. I don't have anything else to say to him."

"What if he has something to say to you?" Honor pressed.

She shrugged. "Then that's his problem, and not mine. He knows how to reach me, he just doesn't want to. And really, that's quite alright with me." She noticed Emily's impatient stare at her. "Now, if you'll excuse me, my grandmother is waiting." She smiled again, genuinely this time. "It was really nice to see you again, Honor. Happy holidays." She walked away.

"Damn it." Honor sighed and finished the rest of her drink. That didn't go at all how she had planned, and if she was going to get those two crazy kids together, she was going to need a much better plan. Clearly, both were still hurting over the events of two years ago even though they both protested. To Honor, this meant only one thing. They were still in love with each other.

They just wouldn't see it.

Across the room, Logan watched as his sister and his ex-girlfriend talked. He could only imagine what they were talking about, but by the look on Rory's face, she wasn't buying whatever it was that Honor was selling. He waited until Rory stalked away from her before confronting her on his own.

"What the hell was that about?" he asked, grabbing Honor's elbow and turning her around. "I thought I told you to leave things be!"

She shrugged. "So? When have I ever listened to you? I was merely talking to an old friend. I didn't know I wasn't allowed to say hi."

"If you would have said hi and left it at that, that would have been fine but we both know damn well that's not what happened." He looked her square in the eye. "What did you say to her?"

"Nothing that you need to worry about little brother." She smiled lightly at him and went to find her husband. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched smugly as Logan debated with himself for a moment before walking in the same direction that Rory was standing. Tucking her hand in Josh's arm, she smiled satisfactorily and joined in on his conversation with some friends from school.

Maybe it wouldn't be so difficult after all. Maybe her push was all they needed.

Logan groaned and finished the drink that was in his hand. He really hadn't planned on drinking so much at dinner, but given the current circumstances, he felt he hadn't drank nearly enough. He was standing next to her again at the bar before he realized it, this time; however, there was no tension between them, only resignation.

She had felt rather than saw him come up next to her and held her breath. The only thing she needed right now was another drink, she wasn't looking for another confrontation. They didn't bother to acknowledge each other this time, just waited patiently for their drinks.

The bartender set their drinks down at the same time and before he could think better of it, Logan grabbed both of them and gestured to an empty table nearby. "How about I stop being an ass and you drop the sarcasm and we attempt to have a decent conversation?" he asked. She hesitated for a second but then nodded and they sat down, facing each other from opposite ends of the table.

"So," he said after a miserably long moment of silence. "I saw some of your election pieces, and a couple post-election, but I haven't seen much since then." He laughed as she raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm a Huntzberger, I'm supposed to keep up on current events." She nodded. "So how did you enjoy the campaign trail? Have you bought yourself a bus to ride around in just for fun?"

Her eyes lit up at the mention of work. "It was crazy," she agreed. "But I loved every minute of it. That being said though, I'm extremely thrilled that it's over. If I'm never on a bus ever again, I'll be a happy girl."

"What are you going to do now? Are you still running government pieces?"

She shook her head. "Oh no. I'll admit, a year on the road was incredibly taxing and draining and then I was in Washington for a couple of months and it's not really for me." She shrugged. "So, I'm taking some much needed rest and relaxation now. I plan on really focusing on my next career move after the first of the year. Right now I'm freelancing a few pieces and seeing what's out there."

He nodded. "Time off is nice. I can't remember my last break from work before Thanksgiving. And even now, I'm due back first thing Monday morning."

She laughed. "Always on the go, I know what that's like." She sighed and took a long sip of her drink. "This is horribly awkward, isn't it?"

"It really is." He couldn't argue with her. After two years of not speaking, he was finding it incredibly hard to come up with anything to say to her.

"You know what I miss?" Rory blurted out suddenly.

"What?" he asked cautiously, as he took another drink.

"The pub," she said with a sigh. "I haven't been there since college, and every time I'm in town I say I should go, and then I never do."

He finished his drink and pushed back his chair before he could think better of it. "What's stopping us now?" he asked. "I haven't been there in ages."

She laughed. "Be serious Logan. We can't just up and leave."

"Why not? You can't tell me you'd rather hang around here for dessert and cigars. Come on, let's go rediscover New Haven." He winked and leaned across the table. "I promise you it can't get get any more awkward than this."

She leaned back in her chair and he saw the consideration in her eyes as she looked around the room, purposefully ignoring the death glare Emily was sending their way. He knew he had her when she picked up her glass and drained it in two big gulps.

"What the hell?" she said as she pushed her chair back. "We're already the talk of the town tonight, we may as well give them something real to gossip about."

"Rory!" He did his best to look offended.

"Oh shut up," she said with a laugh. "I meant the sight of us leaving together and nothing else."

"Sure sure, you say that now."

"Let's go," she said, ignoring him.

He grinned at her. "Grab your things and I'll go get my car and meet you out front." They left the dining room together, purposely ignoring the horrified and delighted stares of Emily and Honor, respectively.

Thirty minutes later they were in New Haven. It was a mild night so Logan parked the car a few blocks away and suggested they walk the the rest of the way. He was surprised with how readily she agreed.

Unfortunately when they reached the Rich Man's Shoe they were greeted by a sign telling them that the bar was closed for renovations and would not be open for the next two weeks. Not wanting to waste the opportunity to rediscover their old town, Logan quickly came up with a new plan. He dragged her into a deli and to her amusement, purchased a bottle of red wine and some chocolate.

"What?" he asked, seeing her laughing at him as they walked back out of the store.

"Oh nothing," she said, taking a piece of the chocolate that he offered her. "It's just that I didn't think I'd ever see you walking around downtown New Haven with a twist off cap bottle of wine."

"It is classy, isn't it?" he asked with a laugh.

"Very," she agreed, taking the bottle from him and raising it to her lips. She handed it back to him and they continued walking. "So tell me about you? What has the great Logan Huntzberger been doing for the last two years?"

He laughed, taking a drink from the wine bottle himself. "A little bit of everything, actually," he admitted. He took another longer drink and then looked her square in the eye. "I'm back working for my dad," he said quickly. "Don't laugh," he protested. "It's not as bad as it sounds."

"It's not as bad as it sounds? Why Logan, could it be that Peter Pan is finally growing up?" Rory mocked.

"Shut up."

"No really, that's great that your back with HPG," she said seriously. "As long as you're enjoying it. Are you enjoying it?"

"I am," he agreed. "I'm running things from San Francisco so I'm far enough way from my Dad that we don't get on each others' nerves. He's actually happy with the work I'm doing." He laughed at Rory's look of surprise. "I know, right? So because he's happy, I've been getting more and more responsibility thrown at me, and that's why I'm due back in the office first thing Monday morning." Logan shrugged. "I can't complain too much, I guess."

"Are you happy?"

He was silent for a moment. "For the most part I am," he said finally. "Are you?"

"For the most part," she said agreeably. They walked in a comfortable silence for a few moments.

"I really miss this town," Rory reflected as they turned a corner and headed down a side street. "I think this is the one place besides Stars Hollow where I've been truly happy."

"Even at Paris's walk up?"

"Even there!" Rory sighed and tucked her arm through his as they walked along. "How did we end up here?" she asked softly a few minutes later.

Logan knew exactly where they were. "The loft."

Rory let go of his arm and sat down on the front steps. "Who do you think lives up there now?" she asked, craning her head up toward where they used to live.

He sat down next to her. "No clue," he said truthfully. When he had left New Haven, he had moved everything out with the help of movers and left it up to his father's realtor to sell the place. He hadn't bothered to ask any questions.

She smiled at him, her eyes twinkling. "What ever happened to Henry?" she asked with a laugh.

Logan laughed with her. "Henry is very happy in California," he assured her. "He's got a great tan."

"Good." Before she could stop herself, her head brushed against his shoulder. She caught herself and straightened up. "I'm happy I ran into you tonight," she said honestly.

Logan looked at her for what seemed like a long time. Underneath the street lamp, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright, the effect of both the cold and the alcohol. She looked beautiful. Before he could change his mind he kissed her. He didn't think, he simply just leaned in and captured her mouth with his. When she didn't pull away, he took it as permission to move closer and wrap her in his arms. In a second, she was kissing him back, tentatively and sweetly. After a few moments they both pulled away and stared at each other.

Rory was the first to crack a smile. "What should we blame? she asked softly. "The alcohol or the nostalgia?"

He sighed. "Both." Standing up, he pulled her to her feet as well. "It's getting late, I should get you home."

She nodded and they began the trek back to his car. "I'm not ready for tonight to end," she admitted.

"Well there's always one thing we could do," he said suggestively.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm not that drunk, Huntzberger."

He laughed. "Coffee," he clarified. "What do you say, Ace? A nightcap at my hotel and then I'll get you home safe?"

She was startled at the ease in which her old nickname fell from his lips. Warmth spread through her quickly as she found herself nodding in agreement. The drive to the hotel was mostly quiet, as was the elevator ride up to his room.

Rory kicked her heels off the second he closed the door behind them, happy to be rid of them for the first time all day. She watched as Logan moved around the suite; taking his tie off, throwing his jacket across an armchair. She noticed that his hair was slightly mussed from the wind outside.

There was no denying the fact that right now, more than anything, Rory wanted Logan. Her body was still tingling from their kiss on their old doorstep and she couldn't stop wondering what would happen if she kissed him again. She swallowed hard, trying to sober up before she did anything foolish. She knew exactly what would happen.

Logan watched her, watched as her face flushed and he knew she was fighting the same battle he was. He wanted her and he didn't care what it would mean in the morning. "Rory," he said hoarsely.

Her blue eyes snapped up to his and she took a deep breath. "Forget the coffee," she whispered. Her bare feet made no noise as she crossed the room, meeting him halfway. This time she was the one to kiss him first, to wrap her arms tightly around his neck. There was nothing sweet or tentative about this kiss as he lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her toward the bedroom, unzipping her dress as they went. They fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and discarded clothing.

Rory was the first to open her eyes the next morning. For a moment she had no idea where she was; then she felt the arms wrapped firmly around her and the legs entwined with hers and she remembered. She closed her eyes again and inhaled against his bare chest, trying desperately to make sense of what had happened just hours before.

Her eyes fell shut as he moved inside her. It was exactly how she remembered it to be and still completely unlike anything she had experienced before. Her fingers traced outlines against his skin as he shifted above her, settling them into a practiced rhythm she was startled to realize not only that she remembered it well, but more importantly, how familiar it was. Until now, she hadn't realized how thoroughly she had missed Logan. Yes, she had missed him but she was just now recognizing the depths of how much. It wasn't just because of the incredibly mind-blowing sex they used to have either, but rather, the look in his eyes when he looked at her. She hadn't seen it when they had first run into each other earlier that night, but now, gazing up at him through lidded eyes, it was back. The intensity in his eyes sent a shiver through her and she curved a hand behind his neck, trying to bring his mouth back down to hers.

"I love you."

The words were out just as her lips connected with his and for an instant, she was positive she had imagined it. She had to have imagined it, it was the only possible explanation. Then she felt his body freeze under her hands and she knew. It wasn't an intoxicated delusion.

She coaxed him on, urged him to relax against her as she kissed him. It worked, and whether he chose to ignore the moment or if it was temporarily forgotten, they didn't care. Her heart was pounding as he rolled them over and as she looked down at him she was startled to still see his eyes on hers. She looked down, trying to focus on anything but the look in his eyes. She stared at her fingers splayed across his shoulders, at the broad expanse of his chest, and back up at his lips. She couldn't keep her eyes from his then, and she was surprised at the smile that threatened to cross her face, biting down hard at the inside of her cheek, trying not to give anything away, to not ruin the moment. All the while, the same thought kept racing through her mind.

He still loved her.

So she hadn't acknowledged what he had said. The shock had been in evident in his eyes even as he spoke the words, and she wasn't eager to ruin the moment by pausing to discuss the ramifications of such a loaded statement. It was easier to let it go, to assume the words came out of habit and to not give them another thought just then. It was easier to pretend it never happened. She was just realizing now what a big mistake her cowardice had been.

What had she been thinking? The whole night was one big mistake from the first drink. She had gotten so caught up in their reminiscing that of course it had seemed like the most natural thing in the world to fall into bed with him.

Now she just needed to figure out how to get out.

Logan had felt her wake up, her body tensing briefly against his. He had been up for the last half hour, weighing the consequences of what had transpired the night before. How could he have been such an idiot? Up until twelve hours ago he had had no intention of ever laying eyes on her again, let alone doing any of the things he'd done to her last night. She had humiliated him once in the past, he'd be damned if he let her do it again but he could see that was what was about to happen. All because he couldn't keep his damn mouth shut. And where the hell had those words even come from in the first place?

In spite of his pride, he had enjoyed last night. He was happy that they had run into each other, thankful for the chance to catch up with her, and lose some of the animosity he had felt toward her. Before now, he hadn't given himself the chance to miss her and now he wasn't sure he'd be able to keep from doing so from now on. His head throbbed as he realized he had meant what he had said. He had no idea what to do.

Rory sighed into his chest and chuckled softly. "Neither of us has gotten any better at pretending to be asleep," she murmured.

"We really haven't," he agreed. He ran a hand down her back and over the soft curve of her bottom before reluctantly untangling his body from hers. "Hi," he said as he met her gaze.

"Hi," she said softly. It wasn't so easy to look at him in the harsh light of day and she averted her eyes quickly. "So... we're really good at this whole awkward thing though."

Logan sighed. "Let's just throw it out there, Rory. What does this all mean now?"

"I don't know," she said truthfully. "Logan, I had no idea I'd run into you last night. Never in a million years did I ever dream any of this was going to happen. In fact, if anyone would have told me we'd be lying here right now I would have laughed in their face."

Unwillingly, Logan flinched. "Well, it did happen. All of it." He stared at her hard, daring her to throw his declaration back in his face.

"I know, but it doesn't mean I know what any of it means." She sighed again and rolled away from him. "Last night was incredible Logan, every single second of it. I'm so happy that we ran into each other--"

"But?"

She shook her head helplessly. "But I'm still me and you're still you. We still live on opposite ends of the country. I'm still..." The girl who fell in love with you. "Still not sure what I want. I just know..."

"That I'm not the one you want. You just know that we'll never work out." He threw the blankets off of them and got out of bed.

"Logan, come on," she protested softly. "What did you expect? That we would fall into bed together and wake up blissfully in love again and live happily ever after?"

"Right, because that would have terrible," Logan muttered sarcastically as he threw a t-shirt on. He was quickly losing control of a situation he had no desire to be in but he couldn't stop the words from coming out of his mouth. He needed to get a grip. He needed to remember the past two years and not just the last night.

Rory sat up and watched him, still unsure of how he was taking the events of last night. "Logan, I'm sorry." She didn't want to know. She wasn't sure she could handle knowing what she suspected to be the case. It was easier to make a quick getaway and forget it all.

"For what?"

"For this..." she gestured around. "I'm sorry, I just assumed, with the reminiscing, with the alcohol..." her voice trailed off. "I didn't know that you still--"

"That what?" He turned to her coldly. "There's nothing to be sorry for Rory. Last night is what it is. Two old lovers fucking for old time's sake because why the hell not? What else were we supposed to do?"

"Logan..." His words cut deep.

"No," he cut her off again. "We don't need to talk about this anymore. I have to be at my dad's soon so I'm going to get in the shower." He handed her his phone. "That's my driver's number, you can call him and he'll take you home."

"How will you get to your dad's?" she asked weakly, drawing the bedsheets even tighter around her.

"Don't worry about it, I'll be fine." He crossed the room before turning back to her. "It's been fun, Rory."

"Is this how you really want to leave things?" She got out of the bed and walked over to him. "Really?"

He shrugged. "You said so yourself. It was fun, nothing more." He handed her her dress. "See ya around, Ace." He used the term mockingly as he closed the bathroom door behind him, leaving her alone in the suite.

Well, she thought as she quickly got dressed and fled the room. At least she had her answer.