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“Well then,” Logan says, looking up to me while in my grasp. “Happy Friday.”
I can feel the small smile creep across my lips before I press them to hers. “Happy Friday.”
After dropping Marc and Ali at the slopes to meet up with my parents and the rest of the family for their ski day, I made my way back to the cabin where Logan stayed behind. But before I headed back to her, I stopped to get her some flowers.
You know, because it’s Friday.
I had a hard time picking which ones to get her. I’ve never bought flowers for a girl before. Sure, I’ve bought them for Mary a time or two over the years, but that’s different. Something about this made me nervous that I was going to get the wrong ones. Apparently, flowers have meaning behind them? What the fuck is that? I sure as hell didn’t want to get her ones that meant friendship, but the florist let me know that was a thing. Plus, Logan doesn’t seem like the typical long-stemmed roses kind of girl. In fact, I don’t know if she’s really a flower type of girl at all, but she’s going to be one today whether she likes it or not.
The lady behind the counter was pretty cool. Once she realized I was struggling, looking through the glass cases, she offered to make an arrangement on the spot.
The deep red flowers are the same color as Logan’s maroon hair, and there’s plenty of green in there, too, matching the shade of her eyes. Then I remembered she told me about some orange flowers that her mom planted for her in front of her childhood home, which she loved, so I asked for some orange in there as well.
Hopefully, she likes them.
As I make my way into the cabin, I leave my crutches posted up by the front door as the wafting smell of fresh-baked cookies fills my nostrils. I follow my nose right to the kitchen, where there’s a plate of warm chocolate oatmeal cookies, my favorite, waiting for me with a note from my girl right in front.
A little sugar for my sugar.
Happy...Friday.
I love you.
-L
I pick up a fresh cookie, putting it between my smiling lips, and as soon as the sweetness hits my tongue, I’m pretty sure my eyes roll back to the back of my head.
Thank god I play hockey for an astronomical amount of hours per week because otherwise this girl is going to fatten me up with how good she is at baking.
I head into our room with the flowers in hand, limping to keep the weight off my injured ankle and looking for Logan. The lights are mostly out, but there’s a glow coming from the bathroom. I place Logan’s flowers on the dresser before following the golden light.
But as soon as I turn the corner, I stop in my tracks, my mouth falling open from the view.
I’ve seen Logan naked more times than I can count, but it feels like the first time, each and every time, whenever her body is on full display.
This time though, it feels like a tease. She’s in the bathtub, golden candlelit glow surrounding her, and all my favorite body parts are just barely covered by clouds of bubbles.
“Hi,” Logan says when she spots me out of the corner of her eye.
She turns onto her side, crossing her arms on the edge of the tub, resting her head on them. Her pretty red hair is up and out of the way on top of her head, and her hip is just ever so slightly peeking out from above the water.
“Hi.” I make my way to the tub, squatting down to make myself level with her. “You look absolutely perfect right now,” I candidly tell her before pressing my lips to hers.
“You taste like cookies.”
“They are so good. Thank you.” I brush away a fallen strand of hair from her face. “I was going to go eat more while they’re still warm, but I don’t think I can leave you looking like this.” I trace her warm wet skin, skimming my fingertips along her exposed hip.
“Please sit down and get your ankle up,” Logan requests, nodding to my left foot.
“Okay.” I stand from my spot, pulling off my shirt as I do.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to sit down.” I unbutton my pants, letting them pool on the floor before nodding towards the tub. “In there.”
“What? Eli, you’re huge. You’re not going to fit.”
I give her a suggestive glance because she just perfectly teed that up for me. I would say, ‘that’s what she said,’ but Logan can read my mind, and she’s already put it together.
