Page 148 of Kings Fear No One
“Plot twist,” he growls, nipping at my jaw like a feral animal. “You are what’s for dinner.”
For five minutes I’m tortured like this, prey to the man who can’t keep his hands off me. Logan regains control of himself only when we’re kissing and groping each other, pressed against the wall, and his stomach growls in hunger.
We break apart in a fleeting second of surprise, then burst into laughter. The tips of Logan’s ears warm to a soft scarlet and he scratches the back of his neck.
“Guess it is time for dinner. But don’t think you’re off the hook,” he warns, dropping a kiss to my lips. “You’re still for dessert.”
Pulsboro isn’t the most romantic setting for a date night, but in the thick of summer, we make do. Dusk lingers late into the evening, painted across the sky in streaks of lavender and periwinkle blue. Far in the distance the sun hangs on, coasting along the horizon, sinking in slow motion.
Main Street brims with life more than any other part of town. Saturdays in the summer tend to draw out the crowds that would otherwise be hibernating at home.
We park a street away and stroll the sidewalks holding hands. Logan’s hand is calloused and warm wrapped around mine, a glove of love and safety.
I never want to let go.
After being denied simple things like this for so long, it truly feels special. We’ve faced the worst things life has to offer, and we’ve come out on the other side more united than ever.
God is good.
We pass shops and cafés and a duo of musicians playing live music. Joining the modest crowd cheering them on, we share impressed looks.
The pair are crooning a love song, strumming the strings on their guitar.
Logan holds me close as we vibe with the music, swaying on the spot. I soak up the moment for what it is, peace and contentment rolled into one. A joyful evening out with the man who stole my heart even when he wasn’t trying to.
“You like Thai food?”
“Hmm?”
I blink and realize the song’s ended and the crowd’s dispersed. I was so lost in the moment that I tuned out of it. I tapped into the emotions coursing through me.
“Thai food sounds delicious right now.”
“There’s a good spot up ahead. I used to come here all the time. They’ve got the best curry.”
Logan sets off at a fast pace, towing me along like he’s excited to show me the place he’s bragged about. I bite away a smile, practically skipping to keep in step with him.
The Thai spot Logan’s told me about is tiny but charming, with only three tables and a handful of chairs. We’re immediately greeted by a petite woman that I’m certain is someone’s grandma. She sets menus down in front of us and explains the specials and promises she’ll return with some iced tea.
I savor the many fragrant spices wafting in the air.
“This place already seems amazing.”
“Told you.” Logan cracks open his menu, then taps his finger at the number six. “My favorite. You want some quality Panang curry? This is it. Fucking delicious.”
“Are you prepared to share?”
I put on a pouty face, barely able to hold it together. Logan goes from disgruntled to reaching for my chair to drag me closer. He kisses my cheek and says, “You’re the only one I’d let eat off my plate. But you better be prepared to share too. What’re you getting?”
“The Pad Thai seems like a safe bet. No bean sprouts. I’m not a fan.”
“I’ll make a note of that.”
“Are you keep record of things like that?”
“Maybe.” He gives a shrug. “I’ve started noticing things about you. The way you sing songs under your breath or pick the crust off your bread. You always put twice the recommended serving of creamer in your coffee. And your birthday that you told me about two months ago is coming up next month. Which means I better start looking for something to get you.”
A kernel of fondness trills through me. I hadn’t realized he’d been noticing these things. “You sure memorize a lot of things about me.”
