His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 189: Goodbye Kiss

Chapter 189- Goodbye Kiss

LOGAN’S POV

I wasn’t expecting it.

Not even a little bit.

One second, I was pulling away from him, ready to leave and slam the door behind me forever. And the next... Tyler pulled me into him.

And kissed me.

I froze.

My heart jumped so hard I thought it would break my ribs. His lips were soft—so soft it almost didn’t feel real. Just warm and gentle, resting against mine like he wasn’t sure if he was doing the right thing but had already done it anyway.

I didn’t kiss him back.

I couldn’t move.

I stood there, completely still, eyes wide open, breath stuck in my chest, brain refusing to believe what was happening. His hand was still on my wrist, his touch warm and desperate, but my body felt like ice. Stuck. Confused. Shaking inside.

And then, just like that, he pulled away.

"I’m so sorry," he said quickly, breathing hard like even he didn’t believe what he just did. "I didn’t know what came over me."

I stared at him, mouth slightly open, but no words came out. My mind was still trying to catch up. Still trying to understand what the hell just happened.

Did Tyler really kiss me?

Was that his way of calming me down?

Why did it feel like everything I thought I knew about him just changed in one second?

He kept talking.

"I’m so sorry again, Logan," he said, eyes begging me to understand. "It wasn’t intentional. I swear. But please... please don’t leave because of one little misunderstanding between you and your dad."

He stepped closer, but I stayed where I was—still frozen in the same spot.

"I’m begging you, Logan. Don’t walk away just because things got hard. If you really care about our friendship, if it means anything to you, then I want you to stay."

My chest tightened.

"If I could read your mind right now, I don’t know what I’d find," he said softly. "But I’ll tell you what’s on mine. All I’m thinking about is you staying. Staying with me."

His voice cracked a little.

"Come with me to see my mom. Please. I don’t want to go alone. I wouldn’t ask if it didn’t mean something to me."

I looked away, heart still racing.

He didn’t understand.

It wasn’t just about my dad.

It wasn’t just one fight or one insult or one problem. It was all of it. The weight. The pretending. The feeling like I was trapped in a place that would never truly accept me.

And now he was standing there, eyes soft, voice breaking, asking me to stay. Not demanding. Just... asking. Like he wanted me here. Like I actually mattered.

"I know you’ve already made up your mind," Tyler said, breaking through my thoughts. "But please, Logan. I want you to change it."

He paused, then added, "I want you to make the right decision."

And that was what really hit me.

Was staying the right decision?

I didn’t know.

I asked myself that question again and again, but there was no clear answer. Just more noise in my head. More confusion in my chest. More silence between us.

I was standing in the middle of a storm—half of me wanted to run, and the other half was reaching out for something solid.

And Tyler was standing there.

Right in front of me.

"I’ll leave you now," he finally said, stepping back. "I’ll give you space to decide. Do whatever comes from your heart, Logan."

"I won’t force you," Tyler said, his voice so calm it made my chest tighten. "And I’m not going to convince you to do what I think is right."

He paused for a second, then looked at me like he was searching for something in my eyes—something I wasn’t even sure I had.

"But I’ll urge you, Logan... to do what you believe is right."

He took a shaky breath.

"Follow your heart. If leaving is really what your heart wants, then go. I won’t stop you again. But if there’s even a small part of you that thinks staying is the right thing... then please, stay."

His words sounded so simple, but they didn’t feel simple at all.

Then, he turned around.

I watched his back as he walked to the door, slowly, like every step was heavy. But just before he could touch the doorknob, he stopped. He turned around again, and his eyes met mine.

And this time, they were softer. Sadder.

"I’m apologizing again," he said quietly. "For kissing you... without your consent."

He looked down like he was ashamed. I could hear the guilt in his voice.

"It wasn’t supposed to happen," he continued. "It won’t happen again. I swear. I just... I didn’t know what else to do to calm you down. You were angry. Hurt. I panicked. And I kissed you. I’m sorry if it made you feel weird or uncomfortable."

I stood there, frozen. Still. Empty.

Because what could I say?

What was I even feeling?

My mind was spinning. My chest was tight. My lips were still tingling from earlier like they remembered what happened before my brain could.

I wasn’t even sure if I was confused or scared or something else.

I just stared at him.

And then he turned to the door again. Slowly. This time, I could tell he was going to walk away for real.

But I didn’t want him to leave.

And I didn’t even know why.

All I knew was that my hand moved before my brain could stop it.

I reached out and grabbed his hand—tight.

He froze.

He turned back slowly, his eyes wide, confused.

"Logan?" he said, quietly.

But I didn’t answer.

I didn’t say a word.

I didn’t even know what I was doing anymore. My heart was racing, my head was spinning, and I just knew that I didn’t want him to walk out of that door.

He tried to pull his hand away, but I didn’t let go.

Instead, I pulled him closer to me.

He lost his balance a bit, stumbling straight into my chest.

And I caught him.

I wrapped my arms around him.

Tightly.

More tightly than I meant to.

Like if I didn’t hold him close enough, he would disappear.

He looked up at me, stunned. His mouth opened like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

He just stared into my eyes.

And I stared right back.

I don’t know what happened next.

I don’t know how or why.

All I knew was that my heart was beating so loud it echoed in my ears.

And then... I kissed him.

I kissed Tyler.

I leaned in, slowly, like I was afraid the moment would break if I moved too fast.

And when my lips touched his... time stopped.

His lips were soft.

So soft.

But stiff.

Like he didn’t know what to do.

Like he was shocked.

Like he hadn’t expected it at all.

And honestly? I didn’t expect it either.

I didn’t plan this.

I didn’t even think it through.

It just happened.

And for a few seconds, I stayed there, pressing my lips gently against his, hoping, maybe, he would kiss me back.

But he didn’t.

He just stood there.

Frozen.

His lips didn’t move. His hands didn’t move. His body didn’t move.

And my chest started to ache.

Was this a mistake?

Did I cross a line?

So I slowly began to pull away from the kiss.

As I slowly started to raise my head and pull away from the kiss, thinking it was already over... he did something that shocked me.

Tyler gently placed one of his hands on the back of my head—and pushed my face back down to his.

This time, he kissed me.

He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t freeze.

He gave in.