Logan: Bad news girl.
Me: Sorry.
Logan: You didn’t answer my question. I want to go steady. Will you be my girl?
Me: Do people go steady anymore? What does that even mean?
Logan: Answer the fucking question.
I laugh.
Me: Yes.
Logan: Also answer this question. Are you thinking of me?
Me: Yes.
Logan: Want me in your bed?
My breath hitches, and I momentarily wonder if he’ll say he’s outside my door, but the thought quickly dissipates. He needs to stay at Ben’s place for Lorna.
Me: Yes, but it’s late and—
The phone rings in my hand.
“Now I’m in your bed with you,” he says the second I answer, and I laugh again. “God, I want to be next to you.”
“This is torture,” I admit, softening my voice as I want to curl up next to him as well.
“But we’re doing this.” A question lingers in his tone.
“We’re doing this,” I affirm.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“Technically, it is tomorrow,” I tease.
“Alright, lady. Get some rest.”
“Night, Logan.”
“Night, beautiful.” His voice lingers in my head once we hang up, and I could get very used to this every night.
+ + +
The following morning, I need to work at Crossroads Café and take a rain check on my breakfast plans with Lorna. As I hadn’t planned on Logan being in town, I hadn’t taken time off to spend with him and his daughter. He surprises me by showing up at the café, and I take a five-minute break to kiss him like crazy just outside the building.
“Later,” he mutters as he pulls away from me, both of us breathing heavily. “Can you spend the night at Ben’s?”
I’m certain I can, but I’ll still check in with Anna first. “Why do I feel like a teenager sneaking around?” I tease before he kisses me once more.
“Because you’re still a baby compared to me.”
I laugh as that isn’t true, but I do feel young and energized whenever I’m around him.
“Later,” I whisper.
Later, I head to the beach to join the guys. Anna kicked everyone out of the house, overwhelmed by guests on their first weekend. I offered to help her when I arrived, but she told me to get lost as well.