Page 64 of Everything Has Changed
The plastic cup in my hand drops to the countertop, bouncing once then twice until it rolls to the floor making even more noise. I squeeze my eyes shut at the noise, knowing it sent all eyes in my direction. Grabbing a new cup, I restart the drink and push thoughts of last night out of my mind.
“What’s wrong with her?” Camila scoffs.
“Late night,” Piper replies. Another smirk laced within her words. “What do you recommend today, Gwen?”
“He loved the apple drink the other day. Didn’t you, babe?”
I take my eyes off the espresso filling up the bottom of the cup as soon as she uses the pet name. My gaze goes directly to Logan, curiosity at his reaction getting the best of me. It pleases me to no end to see him pull away from where her hand landed on his arm, a move way too similar to how she treated his father—her boss—when they were in here together. Especially since his hazel eyes are on me.
The smirk on his lips sends a thrill to my core, but when I watch his eyes slide down to my lips before coming back up to meet mine I have to resist the urge to squeeze my thighs together to look for friction.
“What do you recommend today, Gwen?”
My name in his gruff voice reminds me of the way he said it in the quiet of my apartment.
I clear my throat against the thickening emotion I’m feeling at the memories trying to come to the forefront of my mind again.
“Ring him up for Christmas in a Cup, Pipes.” I turn back to the machine to continue crafting their drinks before I do something ridiculous like reach across the bakery case Logan is standing in front of now and planting one on him.
One quick little rendezvous and the man has me acting like a horny teenager.
“And a vanilla latte, too, please. For my father.” His voice calls out to my friend manning the register as he steps up to the register.
“We’ve got a meeting to get to, so if you could make this quick, that would be appreciated.” Camila tosses my way.
I pass Camila’s drink over to Piper silently, though we have a full conversation just with our eyes.
Can you believe this bitch?Piper’s say.
Hurry up and get her out of here, mine scream.
I expertly layer the flavors for Logan’s latte while I whip together his dad’s easily. When I place them on the counter, finally getting closer to the two of them, I see how Camila continues to angle herself toward him and he keeps sidestepping her. I’d laugh if it didn’t send a twinge of sadness through my heart. Not an uncommon feeling when seeing them together, but there is an extra pang to it now after sharing the moments Logan and I have recently.
Before I have a chance to remove my hands from his cup, Logan’s fingers slide against mine. Tingles travel from where we touch. My eyes jump up and I stay watching him while he takes his first sip, waiting with baited breath to gauge his reaction.
Camila is saying something snarky, telling by the tone of her grating voice, but I can’t make it out as my vision tunnels on Logan.
“Mmm.” He pulls the cup down to show the tilt of his lips that sends a flutter through my stomach. “Is that mint and chocolate?”
His eyes lock onto mine, and I can practically feel the flames coming from them. Licking across my skin.
“Delicious,” he mutters.
The spell is broken when tugs on his sleeve. “We need to get going, Lo.”
I drop my gaze, turning back to the espresso machine to start cleaning it. Giving myself an excuse not to watch them walk away together.
“Have a great day,” Piper calls out. But under her breath I can hear her mutter “brat” and I can’t help but laugh.
“Actually, I need to talk to Gwen real quick.”
My head pops up so fast, I’m surprised it doesn’t fly off. “Me?” I squeak out.
“Festival updates. It’ll only take a minute.” He nods toward the hallway leading to my office, a step already taking him that direction.
“O-okay. Yeah. Piper, I’ll be right back.”
I keep myself from looking in Camila’s vicinity, though I can feel the daggers she’s mentally throwing my way as I follow Logan down the hallway. He doesn’t wait for me, just steps right into my office and sets his cup of coffee on my desk.
