“And you’re alright with not having children of your own?” I ask.
“I love Dwight more than words can say, and if being with him means not having kids then I guess I’m okay with that. Besides, there’s always adoption, and surrogacy. There are so many possibilities, but we’ll cross that bridge together if and when we come to it.”
“You’re amazing, you know that?”
“I know, that’s why you love me so much.” She flips her hair dramatically and giggles.
“You know I do.”
“Well, I love you too, babe.Always. I’m always here if you need me.”
“Quinn! A little help please!” A waitress calls from behind the counter.
“Shit, I gotta go. And back to what I was saying, Dwight not telling me the truth was holding him back from being happy,trulyhappy with me for fear of losing me. Sometimes, being honest, regardless of the outcome, is always best.” She smiles before sliding out of her seat and rounding the table, giving me a hug. “I’ll see you soon, yeah?”
“Absolutely.”
I watch her head back to work and since I’m already here, I stay for lunch. I’ve never been one for dining alone, but I’m starving, and once I’ve eaten, I head back home.
While I drive I think on what Quinn told me. I know I need to tell Logan the truth about how I feel, I just don’t know how, not to mention I’m terrified. Terrified if he walks away from me, but I guess it’s a chance I’m going to have to take.
∞∞∞
I’m sat in my room when I hear the unmistakable rumble of Logan’s truck and I rush to the window, just as he hops out and rounds the truck, heading up the narrow path to the house. I meet him at the door, where he sweeps me into his arms and his mouth attacks mine, his tongue pushing past my lips to explore my mouth.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he says against my lips, backing me up against the wall, boxing me in.
“You only saw me yesterday,” I point out, laughing.
“Still missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” He presses another kiss to my mouth, locking his arms around my waist and squeezing.
I lace my arms around his neck, craning to look up at him. “So what are we working on today?”
“We’re taking the day off.”
“We are? And what are we doing?”
“Go upstairs, pack a towel, and the skimpiest bikini you own. We’re going to the beach.”
The drive to the beach is short, and in hindsight, I should have changed into my bikini back at the house, because now, I’m sat in the passenger seat of Logan’s truck, struggling to pull it on in the limited room that I have.
I riffled through to the bottom of my draws, pulling out a years’ old polka dot red bikini that I’ve only worn once, and luckily it still fits.
I slide my jeans and underwear down my legs, replacing it with the bottoms, tying the strings at each hip. I glance over to Logan who’s hands are white-knuckling the steering wheel, and I can see it’s taking everything within him to keep his eyes on the road. My gaze flick down to where the bulge in his shorts is clearly visible and I fight to hide a smile.
I love how I affect him.
I’m so thankful that the windows of this truck are tinted, so that no one can see me when I pull my shirt over my head and unhook my bra, letting it slide off my body.
“Fuck, babygirl. You want me to crash or something? You don’t know how hard it is not to touch you right now.”
A grin works its way up to my mouth as I work my bikini top on and tie it at my back. “Touch me then.”
I let my fingers drift over my body, plucking my hardening nipples through the fabric before trailing my hands down my stomach and between my legs where I rub my throbbing clit over my bottoms.
