Page 95 of The Things That Hold Us

Trying to just enjoy the moment, and be here now.

With Logan.

We eat our tacos, a box each, and then finish off with twizzlers and wine. Which is surprisingly a good combination.

I sit back, my belly full and my heart content.

Logan sits back next to me, his shoulder against mine. We watch the movie like this comfortably, until I’m completely transfixed on it, and crying like a baby.

Logan's fingers tangle with mine, and he squeezes gently.

I glance at him, but he’s watching the movie.

No matter how many times I’ve watched this, I will always cry.

“I’m sorry.” I whisper, wiping at my eyes.

Logan shakes his head, rubbing his thumb on the top of my hand.

“You don't have to apologize.” he says, turning to face me. I see moisture in his eyes too. “It makes me like you even more,” he whispers. His breath only inches from my lips.

Our faces are so close together that his breath mixes with mine, and when my eyes meet his, everything else disappears.

It’s just me and him.

All I can think about was how his lips felt on mine, and how I want to feel that again.

I can hear the movie playing in the background, and know that we are missing some of the best parts.

“You're missing the movie.” I whisper against his lips.

“I don't care,” he whispers back.

Butterflies flood my stomach, and my heart is beating out of my chest. I wouldn't be surprised if he can hear it.

I look into his eyes, and suddenly I feel everything. I feel the comfort he brings me, I feel the sense of safety.

I feel..love. For the first time in a year, I feel something close to what I felt with Sam, and that terrifies me.

I don't know how I have any love left; I don't know how I’m supposed to give him parts of me that Sam was supposed to be the only one to get that.

I watch as Logan tentatively slides his hand up my arm, to my shoulder, and then to my cheek.

Cupping my face.

His thumb gently tips my chin up, so my eyes meet his, then he brushes his thumb across my bottom lip, and a low moan escapes me.

“These lips..” he pauses, tracing my mouth, and I swear I can't breathe.

“I haven't been able to stop thinking about these lips since I got to taste them.”

I swallow, my mouth suddenly feeling very dry.

“You haven't?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

He shakes his head.

“I’ve been going crazy, to be completely honest.”

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