“It’s telling you something alright! It’s telling you to kiss the fuck out of him and jump his freaking bones!” she whisper-shouts.
“Quinn, it’ll never happen, as much as I want it to, can you honestly see it happening?”
“Stranger things have happened, like Dwight and me. That’s one thing I never saw coming.”
“Yeah, it’s not everyday you fuck your professor.” I fight a smile and she laughs. "How is Dwight?”
“Yeah, he’s great. Oh! I forgot to tell you. Dwight got a job at the high school, teaching English.”
“That’s amazing!”
“I was worried that after quitting at the University that he wouldn’t find anything he enjoyed but he seems happy enough and besides, once I graduate there’s nothing stopping him going back.”
I reach across the table and take her hand in mine. “I’m happy for him, for both of you. You both deserve to be happy.”
∞∞∞
After dropping Quinn off at her house, I head home to find Logan’s truck on the driveway.
I find him bent over the hood, fiddling with the engine, his shirt riding up his torso and his torn, oil stained jeans hanging low on his hips.
“You didn’t tell me you were coming over today,” I say as I near him, and he glances over his shoulder and smiles.
“Sorry, the shop was pretty quiet, figured I could get more done over here. Hope that’s okay?”
“Yeah, sure. I was just surprised that’s all.”
“And besides, you’re much better company than those assholes.” He laughs, giving me a wink. “I hope you don’t mind, but when I got here, I took this baby for a test drive. The suspension could do with a looking at and the engine’s running pretty hot, must be the cooling system. Some of the dials don’t work, could be the wiring but I’ll look at that too.”
“I’m glad someone knows what they’re doing.”
“I always know what I’m doing.”
“Cocky much?”
“Always. You really don’t know me at all do you?”
I place a hand on my hip and cock my head to the side, eyeing him questioningly. “You think you’re so smooth don’t you?”
“I don’tthink, babygirl,I know,” he replies cockily.
“And just out of interest, how many girls do those lines actually work on?”
“A fair few. Question is, whether those lines work onyou.”
“Ha! Please,” I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest.
“See, here’s what’s eating at me... if my lines don’t affect you in the slightest, as you claim... then why is it that whenever I saysaidlines, do your cheeks turn cherry red?”
I try to keep composure on my face and fight against the prickle of heat in my cheeks, but it’s like fighting a losing battle when it comes to him.
“It’s from embarrassment, not for me. For you.”
He laughs. “Keep telling yourself that, babygirl, but deep down, you know it’s my undeniable charm and raw sex appeal that has blood flooding to your cheeks, among other places.” He winks, chuckling to himself as he turns and gets back to work on the car.
I don’t miss the double meaning, and I can’t hold back the smile that creeps up to my face. No matter how hard I try to deny my reactions to him, it’s all lies, because the effect he has on me is unlike anything that I’ve ever felt before, and I’m scarily becoming used to it. There’s no point in fighting it anymore, because it’s all one hundred percent real, and the smug grin on Logan’s face as he bends over the hood tells me he knows exactly what he does to me.
For the next couple of hours I sit and watch him work. He tries to rope me in to do some of the tough stuff and teach me how to do it, but after a while he gives up, and I return to my chair in the corner, my knees drawn up while I let my pen glide over my little notebook, imagining all the other ways Logan could have me blushing.
