Page 61 of Everything Has Changed
“Do something for me?”
“What?”
“Tell me how that,” he points from me to himself, “really felt.”
I pause for a second, weighing if I want to lie straight to his face or tell the truth. In the quiet of the night, I go for the latter.
“Incredible.”
The smirk that was still sitting pretty turns into a full-blown grin as he takes in my word.
“Yeah,” he says. “I have to agree.”
“But we can’t do it again.”
“If that’s what you want, I’ll respect that. But can I ask why? Truthfully. Because, that was incredible. More incredible than I have felt with anyone in my life.”
My body buzzes with his admission. I silently agree.
“I need this festival to go off without a hitch. I need to prove myself to your mom. Not to mention Camila…”
“Okay, I can accept the first part, but Camila? What the hell does she have to do with this?”
“Well, for starters, she’s going around saying you’re about to be engaged.”
Logan drops his head back on a groan. “Fuck, they are relentless. That’s something her and my father have gotten into their heads. Not something I want. I have no plans ever being back with her. I can promise you that.”
I bite down on my lower lip. Logan immediately reaches out, pulling it out of its trap lightly with his thumb stroking softly over the indent.
“I can also promise you that what I’m feeling for you right now, what I’ve been feeling since I saw you for the first time again, is nothing compared to anything I’ve ever felt in my life. I don’t want to scare you, but this feels right.”
My hands instinctively land on his chest as I lean into the palm of his hands that cradles my cheek. “I know. But…”
I trail off and he implores me to continue with a silent plea on his face.
“Can we just, I don’t know, table these feelings? At least for now? See if they are still there after the festival is over.”
“I don’t think I can table these feelings, but I can try. For you.”
“That means this,” I point between us like he did before, “can’t happen again. Just friends.”
He takes a half step closer. “If that’s how you want to do this.”
“It is,” my mouth says, but my feet take me the other half step to meet him in the middle.
“Does this moment still count as that one-time slip up?” His whisper fans over my lips, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine.
“I think so.”
The words are barely out of my mouth before they are cut off by his lips. No softness or hesitancy this time as we instantly part for each other. My hands go straight to the strands of hair at the back of hishead. Pulling, tugging, guiding him where I wanted him. His hand cupped my jaw, doing the same to me.
And I can’t help the warmth that spreads within me at the thought of how well we fit together. How easy it was to fall into the moment with him.
I also can’t help the question swirling through my brain wondering if I could really keep from recreating this moment with him every time I saw him. Because, now that I know how good it feels to be in his arms, I don’t want to be anywhere else.
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