Page 143 of Riding the Sugar High

“Well, then. If you don't mind,” Logan says as he wraps one arm around me. “I’d like both of you to leave now.”

Connor is gone in a moment, and after a long look, Josie walks away too, leaving the two of us alone.

We’re together again. We’re free.

We’resofucking lucky.

“Did you know?” he asks as soon as they’re gone. “Is that why you did all of this?”

I hum, brushing the skin of his hand with my thumb. “I’d love to impress you with my brain, but no. I had no clue.”

“I definitely would have pulled you over my shoulder and spun you around, but...” His hand clasps mine, and it’s like nothing else exists. Like I’m in the moment, at peace, and all those cheesy things people in love say. “Jesus, Barbie. You were willing to get arrested for me.”

“I can’t believe I told you I love you at the hospital,” I mutter, dragging a hand over my face. “I can’t believe you almost did too.”

“Really?” he scolds, jerking his chin down. “Want me to take it back?”

“You can’t?—”

“I take it back. There. Done.”

“Logan!” I smack my fist on his stomach. That was the first ‘I love you’ I got—he can’t unsay it. “You didn’t evensayit, and it’s not something you can take back!”

“But I did say it. The first half of it anyway. And now I take it back, like it never happened.”

“Stop it!” I squeal as he traps my arms between us. “Come on, give me back my first half.”

“So that you can complain about me telling you ‘I lo—’ at the hospital? Fat chance.”

“You know what?—”

He lets me go and pulls the electrodes off his chest.

“I take mine back. The full thing.”

He stands and grabs his shirt. Once he slides it on, he shakes his head. “No, you don’t.”

“I do too!”

“Then look at me and tell me you don’t love me.”

I watch him slide his shirt on, speechless for a few moments. I can’t say that—it’s not true. Idolove him, and I never want him to doubt it. “I hate you.”

He walks around the bed, and even though I pull back, he presses his lips on mine. I can’t evenpretendI don’t want it. “No,” he whispers between my lips. “You don’t.”

you never have enough

Logan

I scoopthe last bit of straw into the wheelbarrow, then grab the broom leaning against the wall, the familiar scent of hay and earth filling my nostrils. The sun casts a warm glow through the open stable doors, picking up the golds and yellows of the straw. The stables are quiet now, with the horses grazing in the field outside.

How am Iitchingto see Primrose already? With how pretty she is, she’s made everything else unworthy to look at. With how smart and fun, she’s made everything else dull. Every moment I’m not around her feels like being numb, and in three days, she’ll be gone.

Which we still haven’t talked about.

When we finally got back home from the hospital, we went straight to bed. We stayed there until this morning, sleeping anddefinitely notsleeping. Until there was so much shit to be dealt with around the farm, and I had to start my morning. It’s been four hours since then, but they feel like forty.

Could I go with her? I hate big cities, and I’m needed at the farm. Now that I’m no longer selling, I’ll have to find the best way to invest my brother’s money and ensure the whole business doesn’t fail. Plus, with summer approaching soon, it’ll be the busiest time of the year.

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