Page 93 of The Things That Hold Us

“I thought we were going to dinner?” I ask him, confused.

“We are.”

“We’re outside of city limits though?”

“Who said anything about being in the city?” he says with a smile.

After I don't say anything, he reaches his hand across the seat and squeezes my knee. The action sends a shock wave over my entire body.

“Just relax. I promise you're going to love it.”

I nod, unable to form words.

We drive for another minute, and as I look out the window, I see tiny lights appear off in the distance. Logan turns and smiles a boyish grin that tells me he’s really excited about this.

As we get closer, I see an old barn lit up with string lights.

“What is…” I start to say, but he shushes me.

“Close your eyes.”

I shake my head and giggle, but do as he says.

When I feel the truck come to a stop, I hear him get out, coming over to my side.

The door opens, and then I hear him say, “Grab my hand.”

I lay my hand in his, ignoring the sensation, and focus on stepping out of his truck without falling.

I feel the cool air brush against my neck, sending goosebumps down my arms.

“I’ve got you.” he says, and something flares in my heart.

Logan walks in front of me, holding my hands and guides me to whatever surprise he’s put together. The smell of him floods my nose, and has me feeling all kinds of warmth.

“Just a little further.” he whispers, and I can feel his breath on my neck.

Finally, we come to a stop.

“Ok, open your eyes.”

My eyes open slowly, blurry from being shut. It takes a minute to adjust.

Once my eyes focus, I see string lights everywhere, a stack of pillows and blankets, to-go containers from the taco shop, and a big projector screen on the side of the barn.

I blink, suddenly feeling very emotional that he did all of this.

“Logan. This is.." I pause looking around, then at him. “You did all of this?”

He nods, “I did. Is it too much?” he asks, and I suck in a breath.

He did all of this for me.

“No, no it's not too much. This is amazing.”

I watch his breathing calm, as if he needed to hear that I liked it before he could relax.

“I’m glad, let me show you everything.”

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