“Thanks Mom.”
When I got downstairs,Logan was on the couch, feet propped on the table, a blanket covering him from head to toe. My blanket from the other night. I went to the kitchen and took out the popcorn maker, kernels, oil, and butter. He looked over the back of the couch a couple times, acknowledging what I was doing, but left me to it. Once I had two large bowls filled with hot buttery popcorn, I approached him.
“It’s just you and me. Macie left for Jace’s.”
He stared up, an unreadable look across those crystal blue eyes of his. Then he lifted the blanket, inviting me under with him.
And I went.
CHAPTER 14
Logan
When she came to stand next to me, popcorn bowls in hand, my heart expanded. I knew it was her version of an apology for being bitchy earlier. When she then agreed to join me on the couch, under the blanket, my heart did a flip. She was now cozied up next to me, our bodies dangerously close to one another, our bowls balanced on our laps, as we watchedDune, the movie. I lied and told her I hadn’t seen it yet. It made it easier for me to concentrate on the fact that she was so close to me; I didn’t have to focus on the movie.
“I love Timothee Chalamet, don’t you?” she asked.
I’d never really thought about it, but I did like him in this movie. And I loved the smile he put on her face.
“He’s good at what he does, yeah.”
When I learned Macie would be gone for the weekend, so many thoughts ran through my mind. But of course, the most important one of all: we were alone.
That brought me to what I was feeling next.
Nervous as hell. The flip my heart did converted to butterflies in my stomach the size of atlas moths, flopping around, fighting for space. Every time she reached into her bowl, her elbow hit my arm. When she adjusted herself under the blanket, her bare legs aligned with mine, the warmth of them burning through my sweatpants.
It seemed we both were willing to put aside our differences for the time being. I wasn’t sure why, maybe to extend an olive branch for the sake of our night alone. Or maybe we were tired of being mean to one another.
As it played on the screen, the only thing we talked about was the movie. We ignored all the big elephants in the room. We ignoredhowwe’ve been treating one another since we’ve met. We ignoredwhywe’ve been treating one another that way. We ignored all the huge emotions we’ve both been feeling.
And maybe that was OK. Maybe this wasn’t the time for talking.
“I have to pee,” she said, peeling the blanket from us. “Can you pause it?”
As I reached for the remote, I caught a glimpse of the tiny sleep shorts she was wearing, that nice curve of the lower part of her ass hanging out from the bottom. My eyes watched her sway across the entire room until the bathroom door closed.
Fuck. I hurried to adjust my swollen dick before she returned.
Our bowls of corn were almost empty, so I dumped mine into hers just as I heard the flush of the toilet. By looking at my phone, I forced myself to not watch her walk back.
She grabbed the remote as she climbed back under the blanket, as if we’d been doing this together every weekend this semester. She made it seem so…normal for us. Meanwhile, every breath was a struggle, and I had no idea where we even were inthe movie. All I could focus on was the next time some part of her was going to touch me again.
“Where’s my popcorn?” she asked.
“Not much left, thought it made sense to combine them.”
She didn’t appear to think much of it. But as she reached into the bowl, her hand brushed against mine and her eyes pivoted from the screen. She stared into the bowl, both our hands frozen.
“Sorry,” I said.
Our eyes connected. And for the first time since meeting this spitfire, pain in the ass, gorgeous goddess, her eyes held true warmth in them as she looked at me.
“It’s OK.” But then she yanked her hand out of the bowl as if it ignited from my touch.
She went back to watching the movie, but it was futile for me. All I could think about wastouching her.
I felt on the brink of my fantasies coming true, but I didn’t want to fuck it up. I felt like that could happen so easily with her and her temperamental ways. I never knew if I’d have Tink or Ava.
