The s’mores.
The fire.
Logan.
It’s about as perfect as you can get for a fresh start.
A shiver racks my body, the cold finally becoming too much for me. Logan notices immediately.
Standing, he reaches behind me and drapes the blanket over my shoulders. He doesn’t let go. It’s as if he’s trying to hold me to him. Keep in all our warmth so we don’t lose this moment between us.
It has my stomach swooping.
This is what I remember most about being with Logan. The way he always made me feel. We were together for so long that the feeling should have gone away. But it didn’t. Everything always felt new with him.
Logan drops his forehead to mine. I’m not breathing. Butterflies are erupting in my stomach. All I want is for Logan to lean forward and close the distance.
To remember what it feels like to have his lips on mine. To get caught up in kissing when we have all the time in the world.
I bet he would taste sweet, like the s’mores we’ve been eating and the hot chocolate we’ve been drinking.
He’s right there, inches from me. I could make the first move. Kiss him.
I move in, ever so slowly, before the door to the igloo bangs open.
“More hot chocolate.”
Logan leaps back, knocking the half-empty s’mores tray off the table at Nash’s sudden appearance.
“Shit.” He looks embarrassed.
“Sorry, did I interrupt?” Nash’s eyes dart between the two of us. “I thought you might be ready for more drinks. It’s been a while.”
Logan scrubs his hand down the back of his neck. He’s nervous now that Nash is here.
“I’m just going to drop these off and let you two get back to it. Logan, text if you need anything.” Nash sets the fresh drinks down and hurries out.
“Well, that was embarrassing.” Logan stoops to clean up the remainder of the marshmallows and graham crackers.
“It’s okay.” I let out a deep, nervous chuckle.
“God. It wasn’t even this bad when I was living with them.”
Dropping down next to him, I help him clean up. “Brought a lot of girls home when you stayed with them?”
Logan grabs my hands.
“No one. There was no one.” The fierce look in his eyes tell me it’s imperative I believe him. But the one thing Logan never has been is a liar.
Well, except that one time.
But I’m not going to focus on that.
“I can imagine the two of them catching you. God, the grief they’d give you.”
Logan laughs now, knowing I’m not mad. “They’d tell every single member of my family.”
“Mason would be the worst.”
