I can’t argue with that. Everything feels right. I cast a quick glance at Logan, and my heart slams against my chest as I realize he’s already watching me.
Truth is… I’m falling for this town. My new home. And I am falling for Logan. Hard. No, I already fell.
“I should probably go to bed.” Lana yawns, rising from the dewy grass. “Coming?”
“I will but I wanna stay here just a little longer.”
“Okay. Goodnight.”
“Night.” I pull my knees to my chest and hold my dress behind my thighs as a shiver runs through my body. It’s getting chillier despite the humid hot day.
A shadow looms over me. “Thought you might be cold.” Logan crouches down, draping a blanket over my shoulders, and I sink into it.
“Iam. Thank you.”
He goes to stand, but I grab his hand. “Stay. Please.”
His eyes move from mine to my lips before he sits down close. Ever so close.
The crickets fill the silence, and I inhale, smelling the summer night air with a burst of solitude. I could never experience this in the city at the mansion.
Out here, it smells like home.
We don’t say much. It’s kind of like our balcony nights, only we’re in the damp grass and there’s no railing separating us.
“I’m going to make strawberry jam from the ones we picked today.” Conversation comes easy with him, even if he’s not a man of many words. Talking to him seems effortless.
“Can I claim a jar? Or at least an invitation to breakfast.”
I warm with ease. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t want to try my jam.” Heat floods my cheeks. Maybe it’s the slight buzz or just Logan being here with me.
A small noise causes me to flinch and nervously scan the area. I’m a jumpy mess.
“It’s probably Fred.” Logan shifts to glance behind us.
“That damn raccoon,” I mumble under my breath.
“You good?” Logan’s arm brushes mine as he leans closer to me.
“Just constantly on edge.”
The deep sounding breath Logan lets out seems to shake the ground beneath us. “Sora. I will destroy anyone who tries to hurt you. I can promise you that.”
Damn.
The truth in his words reassures me enough to relax, leaning into Logan’s side more.
“I know.”
“You don’t have to be afraid with me.”
“I’m never afraid with you.”
When Logan places a soft kiss to the top of my head, my chest burns. Utterly and uncontrollably, I melt. “Good,” he whispers.
This friend thing really fucking sucks.
“Do you know any moves?” His question throws me off.
