I threw her an apologetic glance. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
A smile grew from her lips as the panic left her eyes. “That’s okay, not your fault. Are you hungry? I’m about ten minutes away from being done with this and Adam should be home from work any minute.”
I took a look over her shoulder at the assortment of breakfast items cooking on the stove. Scrambled eggs, bacon, biscuits and gravy . . . it all smelled like heaven. “Yeah, that sounds amazing.” I went to the fridge to pour myself a glass of orange juice and took a sip. “I’m going to jump in the shower, but if Adam gets back before I’m out, don’t wait for me. Go ahead and eat.”
“Alright! Take your time.”
I went back to the bedroom with my glass of juice and shut the door behind me. Just as I was about to enter the bathroom, I heard my phone chime with an incoming text. I made my way back toward the nightstand to find another message from Logan.
Logan
I think I might need a massage ??
I could help you arrange a massage.
You could???
Yes. I know a masseuse with GREAT hands.
Who?
Giggling, I brought my phone to the bathroom and started the shower, making the water temperature nice and hot. After taking off my pajamas and kicking them to the corner of the bathroom, I used my phone to snap a couple of mirror selfies and sent them to Logan. It didn’t take him long to respond.
Logan
Holy hell
Amelia
Best. Text. Ever.
My god, woman. When can I see you?
Knowing that I had this effect on Logan made me feel unabashedly sexy. His obvious want for me and our overall sexual chemistry was nothing like I’d ever experienced before. I typed a quick response before I set my phone on the bathroom counter.
Tonight. Please.
I stepped into the hot shower, letting the water cascade down the front of my body. Goosebumps rose all along my skin from the blissful warmth. I heard my phone chime from the bathroom counter, and I smiled to myself.
Something about knowing that Logan and I were strung together with this desire and anticipation made me feel utterly euphoric. I’d spent so much time in my life yearning for exactlythis, yearning to be his, that to actually have it all coming true felt nothing short of miraculous. I heard my phone chime a second time and I again giggled to myself, feeling like a young teenager with a heavy crush.
The thing was, itwasn’tjust a sexual attraction. It wasn’t just some lustful fantasy coming to fruition. It wasLogan, someone I cared so deeply for and had for as long as I could remember. The amount of genuine love and respect we already had for each other was understood completely, and so to be on this journey with him—with someone I already felt so close to—it made everything that much more real. It made the possibility of our future together that much more . . . inevitable.
I spent the next fifteen minutes enjoying the scalding shower and my favorite eucalyptus soap, feeling immensely grateful for the way things were going in my life. After I finished washing away the suds, I turned off the water and grabbed a plush towel to dry myself off with, making a mental note to thank Rachel for stocking the apartment with such luxuries because there was no way in hell Adam would have purchased nice towels like these on his own.
Stepping out of the shower onto a soft bath mat—another Rachel item, no doubt—I picked my phone back up to see Logan’s responses.
Logan
Done. Just let me know when and where.
I can come to you if it’s safe.
Other than picking me up for our first date, Logan hadn’t been to Adam’s apartment since he showed up for the ride to Breckenridge before Thanksgiving. It felt safer to avoid any close proximity to Adam while we navigated through figuring out what we were actually doing with our relationship. But . . . I couldn’t help but think of Rachel out there in the kitchen cooking breakfast and wishing that Logan could be here too, enjoying the morning with me as Rachel did with Adam.
I didn’t need any more time to figure out if this was what I wanted. If Logan needed more time, of course I would respect that and give him as much of it as he needed. But I knew, without question, that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I was all in.
Was it too soon to tell him? I mean, it had only been six days since we decided to take this chance together, and six days was hardly enough time to decide that you want to go endgame with someone. But Logan was hardly just someone.
