Page 15 of Landing Her Eagle
“I got a pizza for each of us, so we have leftovers, Caesar salad for lunch tomorrow, and root beer. I’ve been craving root beer. Where do you want to eat? Table or couch?”
I stand there staring at him.
“Daph? You okay?”
I give a weak smile and head into the kitchen to get us plates and glasses. “I’m fine. Let’s sit at the table.”
As I reach into the cabinet to get our plates, I feel his hands at my waist. He brushes a kiss on my neck, and although I can’t control my shiver, I tense up. Taking the plates from my hands and setting them on the counter, Logan then puts a hand on my hip to turn me around to face him.
I lean against the counter and gaze up at him. I’ve never noticed how much taller than me he is. I mean, I’ve always known Logan has several inches on me, but this is the first time we’ve been this close face-to-face without something else happening, like laughing or hugging.
“Honey, talk to me. I know something is going on in your beautiful mind. What is it?” A concerned expression passes over his face, and he backs up, glancing away. “Have you changed your mind? I surprised you. If you’re having second thoughts about this, just tell me.”
I don’t know what to say, so I stand there like an idiot. I can’t even look up at him any longer. I’m staring at his white T-shirt with the red heart on it.
Logan exhales, and I swear it came from the depths of his soul. “Okay, um, I’m going to grab a couple of slices and go to my room.” He reaches past me, the combination of his arm brushing my shoulder and a whiff of his sexy scent almost knocking me over. Logan is leaving.
“Wait…what?” I sound like an idiot, but I have no clue what is going on.
“Daphne, something’s going on. You’re not talking to me, and I can tell I’m making you uncomfortable. That’s the last thing I want to do. I know I sprung all this on you, and we got a bit carried away. I guess you’re regretting it now. I can stay at my parents’ tonight if you’d prefer. I was going to leave in the morning, but I can go now.”
My heart sinks, and tears flood my eyes. My first boyfriend, and he’s ready to break up after two hours. I knew I couldn’t do this.
“Hey, don’t cry. Talk to me.”
His thumb brushes away the tear sliding down my cheek. I whisper, “I don’t know what to do.” Death by embarrassment must not really be a thing because I’m still breathing. I rest my head against his chest and wrap my arms around his waist. Hearing Logan’s heart thumping under my ear is comforting, and the warmth of his arms around me is heavenly. It’s easier to talk if I’m not looking at him.
“Do about what?”
I feel the rumble of the words against my cheek as well as hear them. With a sigh, I respond, “How to do this. I’ve never done this before. I’m afraid I’m not going to be good at it.”
We stand there, Logan’s thumb brushing along my spine. It feels so good that I want to purr like a cat. That would probably be weird.
He pulls away and takes my hand. “C’mon, let’s sit on the couch. We need to talk.”
I’ve watched enough TV to know nothing good comes from that phrase. We sit side by side. Logan still holds my hand, and he turns toward me. I’m staring straight ahead, afraid of what I’m going to see if I face him. I was so close to having what I wanted, and I’m losing it already.
“Daphne, look at me. Honey, what’s going on?”
I turn to peek at him. He’s so handsome. I don’t want to screw this up.
“I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never done this before.”
He rests his hand against my cheek, and it’s so warm. “When you say you haven’t done this before, what exactly do you mean? Just tell me.”
I guess I have to put it all out there. The bouncing of my leg is making the whole couch shake. Does Logan notice? “I don’t know how to have a relationship. I don’t know how to be a girlfriend. I don’t know how to have a boyfriend. I know nothing. I’ve done none of this before.” I lift my face to him.
Logan gazes back with a crease between his brows and a confused puppy head tilt. His thumb still caresses my cheek though, so that’s nice. His hand leaves my face and rests against the back of the couch. Well, it was nice while it lasted.
I go to stand. May as well eat some pizza. But before I can get up all the way, Logan has hooked my belt loop and pulled me back down alongside him.
His arm wraps around my shoulders, and he leans toward me. “Hey, it’s okay.”
I lift my gaze.
He’s smiling gently at me. “Daphne, are you a virgin?”
My skin goes hot, and I lower my face.
