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“Me too.”
“You going out tonight?”
“Nah.” She finishes up the last bite of cake. “Tinder is trash.”
“Love you, Agostina.” I wrap my arm around her in a side hug, squeezing as I do.
“Yeah, yeah.”
As I get to my car, my phone vibrates with an incoming call. I almost let it go to voicemail, but I look down and find Logan’s name across the screen.
“Hi,” I answer immediately. “This is a nice surprise.”
“I was thinking … maybe we should try and squeeze in an extra lesson this week?” I can’t see his face, but I’m sure there’s a smug grin attached to it.
“Sounds like a great idea,” I agree. And then I think about chipping away at it. And asking myself what I want. And then I ask him. “How about tonight?”
Chapter twenty-five
Logan
She’s the most confidentI’ve seen her as she walks into my apartment, wearing one of those wrap dresses, smiling as she greets me and looks around my place. She’s very much the lawyer now: standing tall, assessing, walking around confidently.
“I brought leftovers.” She hands me a bag.
“Oooh.” I peek inside, only to find a box from Mariana’s Bakery filled with sandwiches. “Sandwiches de miga?” I asked, surprised. “You must really like me.”
“They’re not all for you.” She laughs.
“Come here.”
She smiles as she steps closer, and it’s the perfect distance for me to lift her chin and kiss her. Just a quick kiss, but when I pull back, she leans in again. This kiss goes deeper, her tongue parting my lips. She’s definitely the most confident now, and the dynamic is making me a little dizzy.
“How are you?” My fingers linger under her chin.
“I’m okay.” She smiles. “How are you?”
“Better.” I grin. “How was dinner?”
She breathes in deep. “I told my cousins about the dancing.”
“Oh shit.” That stops me. “How did that go?”
“Well, I was confronted. Because Javier has a big mouth and he told Agostina he ran into us at the milonga.”
This gets a laugh out of me. “Javier does love to talk.” But this is big news from somebody who wanted to keep everything under wraps. “Are you okay with this?”
She nods. “I think I am.”
“What did they say?”
“They are very happy for me,” she says, almost surprised.
I kiss her once more as I link my fingers with hers, walking us to the kitchen to put down the box of sandwiches. “So, this is the kitchen,” I start with a tour.
I lead her out to the living room. “Here’s our couch. Gavin has been watching a lot of Netflix documentaries here lately.”
“How’s he doing at the restaurant?”
