Page 75 of The Lost and the Found

I shook my head.

“You were going too slow. You know that could also be dangerous, right?”

I nodded.

“Okay. Please drive more carefully.”

And then he just walked off. Like nothing even happened. Like he didn’t just pull me over. And he never asked for my driver’s license.

We waited in silence as the cop pulled away. “Maybe you should be driving,” I said quietly.

“Hayden.”

I shook my head. I didn’t want to hear anything comforting. I just didn’t want to drive. I got out of the car and Logan did as well. We met at the hood, and I couldn’t look him in the eyes.

I didn’t know if it was because of what happened or because the cop let us go after seeing whatever the hell it was that Logan gave him—money? —and I didn’t care. I just wanted to wallow in the self-pity I could feel coming on.

And everything had started out so great…

I walked past him with my eyes down on the dirty pavement, but Logan snaked an arm around my waist before I could take in three steps.

“Logan,” I said, and it sounded like a protest, but he wasn’t deterred. He pulled me close to his body and buried his face in my neck.

It took a moment of hesitation before I willed my arms to go around his waist, holding him close. “It’s alright,” he whispered against my skin. “We can take this lesson again when you’re feeling more confident. But please don’t let what happened put you off from learning how to drive.”

I sighed and sank further into him. If only we could stay like this forever. “I know.”

And I did know. I was just shaken up and possibly embarrassed. He tightened his arms around mine. “Did I tell you how proud I am of you today?”

“No. It’s nice to hear you say that, though.”

“Good, because I am. So fucking proud.”

Then he pulled away and went to the driver’s side. I waited a beat before moving as well. We settled in the warm car quickly and Logan drove on while I stared out the window.

When Logan pulled into an unfamiliar place, I shot him a questioning look. He smiled. “The is the place I was talking about. You like Greek, don’t you?”

“I’ve never had it.”

His smile widened. “Oh, well, you are in for a treat. Come on.”

When I got out, Logan was waiting for me. He grabbed my hand without a word, and I smiled a little at how comfortable Logan was with touch. I didn’t know how starved I was for human touch until Logan, and now I couldn’t imagine going without it for even a day.

Already, he got me dependent on his touches. On him. What would happen to me if we didn’t make it? If we broke up?

The thought was a sad one, only because I knew it would be Logan who broke my heart, and not the other way around. My hand tightened on his unconsciously, and Logan squeezed a little, offering little comforts, even if he didn’t know he was doing it.

We walked into the restaurant, and a hostess who had been playing on her phone before we entered looked up. She seemed a bit annoyed with the interruption until she got a good look at Logan. Then it was all bright smile and gleaming eyes. I might as well have been invisible.

I rolled my eyes, a little irritated with the girl, and walked in front of Logan. I shot him a look in warning, and he bit his lip, like he was trying to hold in his laughter.

“Table for two, please,” I said coldly.

She moved back a little, her eyes widening and her cheeks flushing. I would have felt bad, had I not been plagued with this irrational jealousy.

She grabbed the menu, and with a tight smile, said, “Right this way.”

As soon as the hostess set our menus down, she all but ran out of there. Logan pulled out a chair for me, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

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