Page 95 of Hypothetical Heart
“Mission failed.” Gosh, my stomach hurts from laughing so hard.
Logan’s hand comes up, meeting my chin, and his touch is all it takes for both of us to go silent. The only sound echoing off the walls of the practically empty room is the sound of both our breathing.
He pushes a piece of hair out of my face, his fingers ghosting over my lips. Suddenly, us laughing about Logan seeing my underwear has turned my bedroom into a tension-sealed air vac. And yet, like a rubber band snapping on each of our wrists, we pull away.
It’s not a new feeling; it’s just one neither of us has ever really acted on.
“Remember when you came into my room, begging me to kiss you?”
“I was not begging you to kiss me,” I retort. “We needed to do it for the sake of the dance.”
“Hmm… not how I remember it happening.” His smile heightens all the way up his cheekbones and into his glimmering eyes.
“Whatever.” I roll my eyes dramatically, pushing his buttons. “What about it?”
His hand slides from my chin to my jaw all the way until his thumb is pressing the pressure point behind my ear, and his palm has completely engulfed the left side of my face. “Can I kiss you for real this time?”
My entire nervous system goes haywire, like every neuron in my body has started running around, screaming and looking for answers.
I don’t say anything before I lean in, feeling the back of my neck heat as his hands push back into my hair, dragging my face closer and closer to his.
When our lips meet, it’s in complete synchronicity. Maybe it has something to do with the fact we’ve been waiting our entire lives for this to happen. Not just as a joke, not only for practice. This time, it’s for real.
I turn further on my side, and he follows. His tongue traces my bottom lip, and my eyelids flutter at the feeling. I’ve dreamed about this feeling my entire life, and yet none of the dreams I could have ever conjured up in my brain could ever compare to the real thing.
The feeling of flying, soaring across multiple universes with Logan Callaghan. The air whooshing past us, screaming,Us. Us. Us.
And unlike the last time this happened, in his bedroomwhen we were nearly interrupted by his mom, nothing changes when we pull away from one another.
It’s still the same indescribable feeling of knowing this is exactly where I belong as we catch our breaths.
“So all it took was us getting out of that small ass town,” Logan sighs with a content smile, looking up at the ceiling before meeting my gaze again.
“We’re all on our own now.” I smile, grateful that it’s him I’m with, living in a whole new city away from everything we’ve ever known.
Because, in all reality, Logan is all I’ve ever wanted to know.
And I finally get to do just that.
28
In all honesty, making new friends was never something I imagined having to do. I’ve grown up with the same friends my entire life, to the point where I’m not even sure I know how to make those types of connections on my own.
But when Logan shows up at my door, telling me to get ready, I know exactly what he’s scheming.
“There’s a new student dinner happening tonight in the city. I figured we could go together,” he tells me once I’m sitting at my desk, running a brush through my hair.
It’s been an entire week since he kissed me in my bedroom the day we moved in, and since then, we’ve spent every day going back and forth between the two of our apartments, continuing to kiss every now and again, but without any type of serious conversation.
No concrete labels have been placed, and I’m not going to pretend it doesn’t bother me, but I’m also not going to bring it up. I was the one waiting for Logan to make a move, and I’m not going to be one to complain now that he has.
He made the first move, which was all I had been hoping for.
“Some notice is always appreciated, Logan.” It’s always been easy for him to show up unannounced, whether at my apartment or back in Fairwood at my house, and just assume I would be going somewhere with him. “What do I even wear to this?”
Logan sets his hands on my shoulders as he stands behind my chair. “I got it, don’t worry.”
I’m too focused on the feeling of his hands leaving my shoulders to even notice how he’s now rummaging through my closet. “What are you looking for?”
