Page 130 of Hypothetical Heart
“All right, I’ll trust you,” I say, threading my fingers through his.
“You always do.” His voice is low, his gaze flicking downto our intertwined hands before he pulls me in for another kiss, this one deeper, filled with a quiet promise.
When we finally pull apart, he stands up, tugging me gently with him. “Come on, we’ve got a big day ahead.”
I laugh, but follow him anyway, my heart still racing from the simple magic of waking up beside him. It’s surreal to think that this is my reality now—Logan, no longer the boy next door, but the man who’s sharing every part of my life.
We end up in the city around dinnertime, walking around through all of my favorite stores. Logan follows, pointing out things he’ll think I like, and holding the things I want to buy. He even takes me into the infamous five-story Barnes and Noble, and while it feels like I’m cheating on Meet in the Margins, I also feel like I’m in heaven.
“Are you good if I send home our bags with my driver?” Logan asks, letting them all fall off his arms and into the backseat.
“Ourbags?”
“Well, considering it’s all your stuff that I paid for, it isour stuff,” he teases.
“So…” I trail off, watching the car full of all the things we bought drive away. “Where are we going now?”
Logan smirks, his eyes gleaming with that mischievous glint I’ve seen so many times before. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?”
“Haven’t there been enough surprises?” I ask, pretending to be exasperated, but inside, I’m buzzing with excitement.He’s been planning this for weeks. The thought of him putting in that much effort to make today special only makes me fall for him more.
We walk for a few blocks, the cool evening air wrapping around us as the city comes alive with twinkling lights and bustling streets. Logan keeps his hand securely around mine, our fingers intertwined like they have always been, and yet, it feels different now—like this connection runs deeper, unspoken but understood.
After a few more turns, he stops in front of a small, tucked-away restaurant that I’ve never seen before. It’s the kind of place you’d only know about if you’re a local or have done your research—classic Logan. He’s always been good at finding hidden gems.
“Logan, what is this place?” I ask, trying to peek through the windows, but they’re covered with soft lace curtains, giving nothing away.
“You’ll see.” He pulls open the door, gesturing for me to step inside first.
The moment we enter, I’m greeted by the warm, cozy atmosphere of candlelight and soft music. The restaurant is intimate, with only a few tables scattered around, all set with elegant white linens and delicate flowers in the center. It’s romantic in a way that makes my heart flutter, and I can’t help but glance at Logan in awe.
“How did you find this place?”
He grins, clearly proud of himself. “I have my ways.”
We’re led to a table near the back, tucked away from the other diners, and as we sit down, Logan looks at me with that same adoring expression I’ve seen since we were kids. But now, it holds a different weight—something more.
“This is amazing,” I say, feeling like I’m in a dream. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” he replies, reaching across the table to take my hand. “I wanted to make today special.”
It’s only our first Valentine’s Day together, and yet, it feels like our hundredth. I squeeze his hand, my heart swelling with gratitude and love for him. He’s always been thoughtful, always finding ways to make me feel cherished, but this… this feels like a whole new level of care.
As the waiter brings over the menu, Logan surprises me again. “I took the liberty of ordering ahead for us,” he says with a playful smile.
“You did?”
“Yeah. I hope you don’t mind, but I wanted to pick out all your favorites.”
My heart melts a little more, and I lean back in my chair, feeling utterly spoiled. “You’re too good to me.”
He winks, and I can’t help but smile. Logan is the only person who could ever possibly order perfectly for me. Knowing exactly what I would want and how I would like it.
The meal is perfect—every dish more delicious than the last, and each bite accompanied by easy conversation and laughter. We talk about everything and nothing, just like we always do. It feels effortless, comfortable, like we’ve been doing this forever–probably because we have.
After dinner, Logan surprises me yet again by leading me up a narrow staircase at the back of the restaurant. When we reach the top, we step out onto a private rooftop terrace, where the city skyline stretches out before us, glittering in the night.
I gasp, my breath catching in my throat. “Logan…”
