Page 34 of Puck Drop
The cutest dimple pops on his cheek when he grins at me. “Oh, I thought about it, too! I understand how stupid of a request that was. Actually,” he laughs, “It was Sebastian who told me it was stupid. And when he said it like that, I realized that it really was stupid.”
“What are you saying?” It is now my turn to be confused.
“I’m saying that I don’t care who knows we’re together…”
“So wearetogether then?” I interrupt.
“Lizzie,” he says in a chastising tone. “If what we just did in this bed doesn’t make us a couple, I don’t know what would.”
“Oh, geez.” I look away, trying to get away from his playful gaze.
“I’m sorry I was an idiot before,” Logan tells me. “I am still a little traumatized from what happened to us in New York. I didn’t want to rock the boat, you know?”
He holds me tighter before dropping a chaste kiss onto the side of my head.
“But I am ready to yell it from the rooftops. Especially now that I know these assholes have been lining up to see you at work.”
I slide my hand into his hair, pushing it away from his forehead. “Aww, are you jealous, Lo?”
He doesn’t take his time to answer. “A little bit,” he admits in a sheepish tone.
I chew on my bottom lip, unable to match his enthusiasm. The last two weeks have given me a reality check. If I am to be on my own two feet, I can’t risk losing the only source of income I currently have.
“I looked into that clause in my contract you were telling me about before,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper, sounding nervous as hell.
On the other hand, Logan sounds confident. “I’m assuming you found the same thing I did, right? You can’t see anyone in the office, but there’s no clause for the players.”
I clear my voice a couple of times, then look away, unable to look him in the eyes.
“Yes,” I confirm.
Logan continues smiling at me, but it looks a bit strained now, like he can tell there’s more to the story.
“What’s the problem then?” he asks. It’s the opening I was looking for, but the words are lodged into the back of my throat.
“There is no problem,” I assure him. “Per se…”
“Per se,” he laughs. “That sounds really fancy, so you know.”
I roll my eyes at him. “I am a fancy girl.”
He cups the back of my head and brings my mouth closer for a kiss. It’s just a simple pressing of our lips together, but it feels like love.
“You aremyfancy girl,” he murmurs against my mouth.
Okay, now he’s making it hard for me again.
“Lizzie, I can tell something is bothering you,” he admonishes me. “Just spill it. Get it over with,” he encourages me. “You’ll feel better after,” he winks at me.
I chuckle at that. “You think?”
“That’s what they say at least,” he shrugs. “You feel better when you get the heavy stuff off your chest.”
“My stuff is not that heavy,” I make sure to tell him. Why am I so nervous about it though? I can’t even answer my own question, that’s why I’m not sure how I am going to break the news to Logan.
“That’s great news then,” he smirks at me. “Get thenot heavystuff off your chest, girl.” He cups my small breasts playfully. “It’s a beautiful chest that you have, though. So you know.”
I bite into my bottom lip and brace myself for it. I hate that he is so optimistic about us.
