He looked at the floor. “I won’t get all up in your business. That’s between you two. But I already told my dad I’m gonna crash at a friend’s tonight, so you can have the house to yourself.” He took a step out of the kitchen, then paused. “Willow?”
“Yeah?”
He hesitated. “Don’t break his heart.”
After Tim left, there felt like there was something in the air, pressing down on me. Logan must’ve sensed my mood, because he told me to take a long soak in the bath in his ensuite. It had been ages since I’d taken a proper bath — the dorms at college only had showers — so I took my time, sinking into the white foamy bubbles.
When I came out, wrapped in a fluffy robe, I found Logan lounging in his bed, reading his book, hair slightly damp. He must’ve showered in one of the other bathrooms. I snuggled up next to him, and he curled his arm around me.
“Everything alright, sweetheart?” he asked quietly.
I opened my mouth. There was so much I could say. “I’m going home tomorrow,” I heard myself saying.
He kissed the top of my head. “I’ll miss you.”
I blinked at him. “Really?”
A crease appeared between his brows. “What do you mean, really? I thought it was obvious that I’m —” He cut himself off, a flush spreading across his neck.
“You’re what?” I asked. “I… I assumed this was just a fling for you.”
He pulled away, eyes wide. “What?No. I mean…” he cleared his throat, moving his book out of the way. “I enjoy sleeping with you, but I thought it was obvious I enjoy your company, Willow. I thought it was a fling for you.”
“For me?” I asked.
“You’re going back to college. Boys will be fighting amongst themselves to be with you.”
“That’s such an exaggeration.”
“I’m not. You’re stunning. Sometimes…” The color in his cheeks deepened. “Sometimes I wonder what you’re doing with an old man like me.”
“You’re not an old man,” I said. “You’re gorgeous. And I feel calm when I’m with you. And I feel like we…like we get eachother. I know it’s crazy to say that when we’ve known each other for a weekend. But…I don’t want to say goodbye.”
Something warm flooded his eyes. It might’ve been relief. He leaned forward, kissing the top of my head again. “You still have another week of holidays.”
“Yeah.” Classes resumed not tomorrow, but the following Monday. I’d resigned myself to spending the rest of spring break feeling miserable in my dorm room.
“You could stay,” Logan murmured. “I want you to stay.”
I looked up at him, feeling myself sink into his deep brown eyes. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I want you to spend another week here. I want to have pancakes in the morning and read our books together on the couch and sleep in the same bed. I have to go to work during the week, but every day I’ll look forward to coming back to see you in the evening.” He touched my bare shoulder. “You make me happy.”
My heart felt too big for my chest. I leaned forward and kissed him hard, and he let out a soft low groan that send a shock of pleasure straight between my thighs. He rolled himself so he was holding himself on top of me, and grabbed my chin, and his kisses were wet and deep. We made out lazily, and it was perfect, feeling his lips on mine, the roughness of his stubble against my jaw, the heat of his mouth. My mind went blank, all my anxieties fading away.I made him happy.
Being with him made me feel secure in a way I’d never felt before. Because I knew he wanted me. Hewantedme.
Logan slid a hand into my robe and grabbed one of my breasts, rubbing his thumb around my nipple, making it stiffen into a peak. I squirmed, squeezing my thighs together.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured against my lips. “I need it.”
I brought my hand to my robe and pulled the belt, which had been tied into a bow. The sides of the robe immediately cameundone, exposing my naked body. He sucked in a deep breath, dark eyes feasting on my body, before lowered his head and kissed my neck ferociously, and I knew he’d leave all kinds of hickeys. “Fuck, Willow,” he said against my skin. “I need to be inside you.”
“Take it,” I begged him.
“I want” — there was the briefest pause — “I want to feel you, skin against skin. I want to make you mine.”
“You…” I breathed “…you want to do it raw?”
