plain enough in a few more minutes. Trust me. This is going to be a day you will never forget. I promise!” He’s so excited, and it’s rubbing off on me. He hops up and reaches for my hand. I take it and we head off.
Once in the Range Rover, he opens the moonroof and rolls all the windows halfway down. I put on my sunglasses and crank up the radio. Logan reaches over and plugs in his iPhone.
A few seconds later, Avenged Sevenfold is blaring through the SUV. Good looks, great in bed, and great taste in music…this is too good to be true. I smile over at him, turn it up a little louder, and sit back to enjoy the ride.
The huge exit signs on the interstate and his elated smile were what gave it away. We’re going to Busch Gardens. I haven’t been to a theme park since I was a little girl, and a small, childlike thrill runs through me. I’m going to ride every roller coaster they have. I can see them in the distance as we pull up into the massive parking lot.
Logan pulls the SUV into a marked space. While he’s rolling up the windows and locking up the car, I step out and around for a better view of the park. It’s so big I can’t fathom seeing it all in one day, but I want to try.
Logan steps up beside me and slides his hand in mine. I squeeze and grin up at him. He tugs me, and we walk toward the trolley stop.
At the front entrance, I’m overwhelmed with the smells and sounds and all of the people milling about. This place is amazing. I spin around in a small circle, taking it all in. Logan leans down and kisses my cheek. His lips are warm, and the touch of them is like a burst of sunshine upon me. God, I love his touch. He’s so open with me that I fall into an easy familiarity when I’m with him. It’s like I’ve known him forever, and I can finally be myself without holding back.
I don’t have to try to be what he wants me to be because it’s the real me that he wants. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders, and it’s all because of Logan. I’ve known him for such a short time, but there’s something more between us than I’ve ever had before.
“You said you’ve never traveled, so I found the perfect place to take you a little bit of everywhere.” His smile spreads to his eyes, and he looks so happy in that moment. I tiptoe up to his mouth, kiss him soundly on the lips, and then abruptly pull away.
I’m grinning from ear to ear. This is going to be a spectacular day. I can feel him chuckle when he hugs me. We pull apart, and he grabs my hand and leads me toward England.
Best. Day. Ever.
Nearly twelve hours later, I awake when Logan lifts me from the car. I snuggle into his chest and wrap my arms around his neck. He smells like funnel cake and corn dogs. I smile and relax into him. He’s so strong that he carries me with effortless ease. His heart pounds a lulling beat beneath my cheek and ear, and before I know it, my eyes are heavy again, and I drift back off to sleep.
Something is clicking. Clicking. Clicking. My eyes blink open with a start, and I slowly rise up and look around. It’s still dark outside. Logan isn’t in the bed. I slide my hand over the sheets, and they’re cool to the touch. He’s been gone awhile. I wonder where he’s gone but don’t want to intrude on his privacy. I lie back down until the clicking starts again. I sit up again and quietly slide out of bed. As I walk toward the bathroom, I see Logan sitting in the floor with a laptop across his folded legs. He’s typing rapidly. His face is drawn tight. A deep V sits between his narrowed eyes. His lips are pursed in concentration.
I ease back before he sees me and climb back into bed. He’s probably catching up on some work since I’ve been monopolizing his time. It makes me sad to think of returning to our separate lives. I pull the covers up and close my eyes.
Later on as I drift in and out of a fitful sleep, I’m awakened by a soft rustling noise, and then the click of the
Once in the Range Rover, he opens the moonroof and rolls all the windows halfway down. I put on my sunglasses and crank up the radio. Logan reaches over and plugs in his iPhone.
A few seconds later, Avenged Sevenfold is blaring through the SUV. Good looks, great in bed, and great taste in music…this is too good to be true. I smile over at him, turn it up a little louder, and sit back to enjoy the ride.
The huge exit signs on the interstate and his elated smile were what gave it away. We’re going to Busch Gardens. I haven’t been to a theme park since I was a little girl, and a small, childlike thrill runs through me. I’m going to ride every roller coaster they have. I can see them in the distance as we pull up into the massive parking lot.
Logan pulls the SUV into a marked space. While he’s rolling up the windows and locking up the car, I step out and around for a better view of the park. It’s so big I can’t fathom seeing it all in one day, but I want to try.
Logan steps up beside me and slides his hand in mine. I squeeze and grin up at him. He tugs me, and we walk toward the trolley stop.
At the front entrance, I’m overwhelmed with the smells and sounds and all of the people milling about. This place is amazing. I spin around in a small circle, taking it all in. Logan leans down and kisses my cheek. His lips are warm, and the touch of them is like a burst of sunshine upon me. God, I love his touch. He’s so open with me that I fall into an easy familiarity when I’m with him. It’s like I’ve known him forever, and I can finally be myself without holding back.
I don’t have to try to be what he wants me to be because it’s the real me that he wants. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders, and it’s all because of Logan. I’ve known him for such a short time, but there’s something more between us than I’ve ever had before.
“You said you’ve never traveled, so I found the perfect place to take you a little bit of everywhere.” His smile spreads to his eyes, and he looks so happy in that moment. I tiptoe up to his mouth, kiss him soundly on the lips, and then abruptly pull away.
I’m grinning from ear to ear. This is going to be a spectacular day. I can feel him chuckle when he hugs me. We pull apart, and he grabs my hand and leads me toward England.
Best. Day. Ever.
Nearly twelve hours later, I awake when Logan lifts me from the car. I snuggle into his chest and wrap my arms around his neck. He smells like funnel cake and corn dogs. I smile and relax into him. He’s so strong that he carries me with effortless ease. His heart pounds a lulling beat beneath my cheek and ear, and before I know it, my eyes are heavy again, and I drift back off to sleep.
Something is clicking. Clicking. Clicking. My eyes blink open with a start, and I slowly rise up and look around. It’s still dark outside. Logan isn’t in the bed. I slide my hand over the sheets, and they’re cool to the touch. He’s been gone awhile. I wonder where he’s gone but don’t want to intrude on his privacy. I lie back down until the clicking starts again. I sit up again and quietly slide out of bed. As I walk toward the bathroom, I see Logan sitting in the floor with a laptop across his folded legs. He’s typing rapidly. His face is drawn tight. A deep V sits between his narrowed eyes. His lips are pursed in concentration.
I ease back before he sees me and climb back into bed. He’s probably catching up on some work since I’ve been monopolizing his time. It makes me sad to think of returning to our separate lives. I pull the covers up and close my eyes.
Later on as I drift in and out of a fitful sleep, I’m awakened by a soft rustling noise, and then the click of the
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