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A couple of deep breaths with my hand on the door, I mentally give myself a pep talk that it’s going to be fine. I remind myself that if Logan didn’t actually like me, he wouldn’t have invited me. Though the voice in the back of my head keeps whispering about the time a few years ago that I let my guard down for this man.
Feeling like I have wasted too much time now, I whip open the door and immediately feel at ease when I come face to face with Logan’s wide smile.
“Hello, gorgeous,” his smooth voice slides over me. I can practically feel his eyes as they roam down to my knee-high black boots and trace up to my black dress with a mini skater skirt. He releases a low whistle. “Ready to head out?”
“Let’s do it.” I lean down to grab my dufflebag, only holding it for a split second before Logan takes it from me. Tossing it over his shoulder with ease, he holds out his spare hand for me to take.
I accept it instantly, welcoming the warmth that spreads from his touch directly to my heart.
I’m in so much trouble, I think to myself. But instead of the usual weariness that comes with that line of thinking, I grin inwardly as I watch his fingers lock into mine.
We don’t make it to the staircase at the end of the hall before he’s pulling me to a stop. Dropping my duffle bag softly to the ground, he approaches slowly with his hand on my waist, pushing me into the wall behind me.
I look up into his eyes. The hazel swirls highlighted in the yellow and gold, tipping me off to his thoughts. My teeth set into my lower lip, and a sense of power stirs inside me, shooting straight to my core as his eyes tighten and he releases a small groan.
“You know what that does to me, baby.” His husky voice whispers.
With a small shake of my head to tease him, I reply. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I’m in so much trouble,” he unknowingly repeats the words from my head before dipping his lips to capture mine.
It’s soft at first, as if we are testing the waters again after a few days of not seeing each other. As if we want to make sure those feelings are still there.
And, my God, yes, they are. I wrap my arms around his neck, my hands going straight for the back of his head so I can angle him exactly where I want him. He deepens the kiss, parting my lips easily to trace his tongue along my lower lip, right where my teeth were previously.
It could have been ten minutes or ten hours; I’m not sure how long we stay locked in our embrace before he pulls back. Though he doesn’t get far when he leans his forehead against mine.
I giggle and reach out to swipe my thumb along his lower lip, which is glistening from our kiss. I wonder what it would be like to have him glistening from other parts of me. My thighs clench together from the intense feelings the image brings me, and I release a stuttering sigh.
“I want more than anything to know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop if I continue, and we are kind of on a time crunch.”
My hands brush over his chest, coming to a stop and pushing lightly, forcing him to take a couple steps back.
“I hate being late,” I cringe, but it turns into a sheepish grin when he chuckles, bending down to grab my bag and my hand once again.
And once again I give it to him. The gesture comes naturally, as if we are two magnets always reaching out for each other.
“I know.” A quick look over his shoulder with his sexy smirk has me ready to push him against the stairwell wall to continue what we started earlier. He must read the look on my face because he pushesthe outside door open, holding it for me to step under his arm, and adds, “But if you keep looking at me like that, there’s no way we can get there on time. So be a good girl and get in the car and keep those siren eyes to yourself for the next few hours.”
I smirk back at him as I step up to the passenger door of his SUV. He reaches out to open the door before I can grab the handle, and I shoot him what I hope is a saucy grin of my own as I take my seat.
“Yes, sir,” I practically purr at the man, causing his eyes to darken.
“I was right,” he mutters to himself. “Trouble.”
29
Gwendolyn
The usual three hour drive turned into almost four after hitting traffic due to construction on the way. The unplanned change of the timetable would have usually sent me into a bit of a tizzy, but getting the extra time with Logan in the car was well worth the slight shift in schedule.
We talked the whole way, not a lull in the topics of conversation except when we would pick a song to share with each other. We took turns recommending a song or an artist, which is a great way to get to know someone better in my opinion. Music preference can potentially make or break a friendship, if you’re not careful. Imagine if your travel partner wanted to listen to modern country the whole way to your destination. I shudder at the thought. Luckily we both agreed 90s country is the superior category of the genre, but would always prefer alternative music. Unless it’s Taylor Swift. She automatically overthrows any ranking for number one.
I saved our playlist discreetly to my streaming app to listen to over and over again. Prepared to personally dissect every song he loves to get to know him better.
The opener is finishing up their set by the time we make it inside the venue. The vibe is electric as people fill the space wall to wall, evenstanding outside where the windows are partially opened to allow the music to flow out.
Logan removes his phone from his pocket, scanning the text thread between himself and Frederick’s manager. His eyes scan the side of the stage quickly before catching sight of someone and shooting a quick wave over the sea of people in front of us.
