Page 25 of Puck Drop
EIGHT
Elizabeth
I got homefrom work a couple of hours ago. My day was a bit off for the hours I spent in the office. And they werea lotof hours. I couldn’t focus like I should’ve, and the notes I took were sketchy. Thankfully, no one looked at them or surprised me with questions I couldn’t answer.
My brain refused to think of anything other than Logan. I over analyzed all the details from last night, from the moment I watched him walk into that bar, to the very second he kissed me goodbye in the parking lot this morning.
It was weird walking to my car dressed in the same clothes I wore on the night before. To add more of an insult to the injury, my car was the only one there. I prayed that no one would check the cameras and put two and two together.
With one final wave to Logan, I put the car in gear and drove myself home to the apartment I rent during my stay in Austin. Since I had to rush through my morning routine as I got ready for my job, I didn’t have time to dissect my time with Logan. But once I was in and calmed down, it all hit me like a ton of bricks.
Now, it is the afternoon, and I am back home. I am still in the clothes I wore to the office, too lazy to change into something more comfortable. Instead, I make myself a sandwich and sit down at the small table that’s in my just as small kitchen.
Just as I am about to take my first bite, the cell phone in front of me starts ringing. When I recognize Logan’s number on the large screen, my face splits into a grin.
“I was wondering if you’d call me,” I say in way of greeting.
“Yeah?” He sounds amused. “And what would you have done had I not called you? Track me down?”
The question is surprising, and sort of passive aggressive. There’s an underlying message there, and I get it loud and clear. Before I get a chance to say anything, mostly because I’m trying to take my time responding, Logan speaks again.
“That probably came out wrong.” His amusement sounds forced, like he’s nervous. The realization calms me down a bit.
“I’m happy that you called,” I tell him. “I…”
Pausing, I wonder how much of myself I should reveal to him this time around. I want to tell him that I missed him since I saw him this morning, but am I coming on too strong? I guess me showing up like this on his proverbial doorstep could be considered as coming on a bit strong.
“I’m at your door,” Logan says before I can regroup.
I gasp in surprise and drop my sandwich. Getting up from my seat, I rush to my door, yanking it open. My eyes clash with Logan’s very intense gaze.
“You’re really here,” I squeal.
Before either one of us has time to think about it, I jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Sorry for showing up unannounced,” he murmurs against my lips when I bring our mouths closer together.
I just snicker and press my lips to his. There is no hesitation on his part when he opens his mouth under mine, allowing for my tongue to explore and taste every bit of him.
The way his hands clench onto my buttocks spurs me on. I am so incredibly happy that he is here, I can’t help but kiss him until we are both out of breath. Also to note, Logan is not fighting me on it, not one bit.
“I fucking missed you so much,” he mumbles around my mouth, echoing the exact words I meant to say to him when he called. The words that I got too nervous to say.
“I missed you, too,” I cry out.
I am so happy that he came while I am also scared that I will ruin whatever we’re starting to build again. With that thought in mind, I pull my head back, smiling when I hear his groan of distress at the broken physical connection.
“We should probably close the front door,” I snicker, noticing that it’s still wide open. I don’t know any of my neighbors, and I’d hate to meet them for the first time while dry humping my boyfriend.
My boyfriend.
I have no idea if that’s what he is to me, and we should probably clarify where we stand before things go any further. Although, I literally uprooted my entire life to follow him here. If he is not interested in having a serious relationship with me, I did it all for nothing.
Logan, unaware of my thoughts, turns around and pushes the door closed, all while still holding me in his arms.
“Fixed that,” he says, making me laugh.
Without thinking, I bring both hands up from his shoulders and run them through his hair, smoothing it back while I stare into his eyes. The passionate moment from only seconds ago is over, but the connection I feel with him now is more intimate.
