“Okay.” I drop another kiss to her forehead as she makes her way back out of the kitchen, desperately trying to cover herself up.
“She’s pretty, Logan,” my mom says. “And she seems sweet. Very different to the women you’re usually involved with.”
“Sheisdifferent, and there’s no comparison.”
Amy returns a few moments later, wearing her clothes from last night, her hair tied up into a messy bun. Fuck, she’s a vision. And in those glasses… I can feel my dick hardening at the sight.
Not the place and time, I remind myself, desperately trying to deflate the growing hard-on in my pants.
For the next hour, the three of us sit in the living room, Amy curled into my side as her and my mom get to know each other. At first, Amy is a little quiet, most probably from nerves, but she soon relaxes, and it’s like her and my mom have known each other forever. It’s a nice feeling to see them together, and seeing them get along.
For my entire life, I’ve only ever introduced one other girl to my mom and it ended in disaster. My mom could see right through the girl that would ultimately break my heart when I was younger, but I was blind to it, so I ignored her warnings like any typical stubborn teenager would, thinking I knew better, but as cliché as it probably sounds, parents do in fact know best.
When my mom finally gets up to leave, she hugs Amy goodbye, a move that catches her off guard, and I walk her to the door as beams the whole way.
“You’ve got a good one there, Logan. Hold onto her,” she tells me.
“I intend to, mom.”
Once she’s gone, I find Amy looking over the family photo that sits on the sideboard. It’s a photo of my mom, my dad, myself and my sister, Grace, when we were younger. I walk up behind her and wind my arms around her body from behind, dropping a kiss to her shoulder, making her shiver.
“You made a good impression with my mom. She’s an excellent judge of character and you passed with flying colours.”
“Your mom’s nice,” Amy says, craning her head and smiling up at me.
“She likes you too.”
“You do realise she’s not gonna get off my back about you until you have my ring on your finger and I put a baby in you, right?”
Her body tenses up in my arms and I could kick myself for taking things too far.
Way to go, dickhead.
“Is that like... something you’d want? Someday?” she asks.
“Someday,” I tell her. “Truth is, I’ve never really thought about it too much, but since being with you, it’s made me want it all.” Her face softens at my words. “I’m not saying today, tomorrow, a month or even a year from now, but… someday.”
“Someday.”
∞∞∞
A couple of hours later, Amy and I head to the shop to look at the paint samples Ty made for us. I help Amy out of the car, taking her hand in mine and we make our way inside. On our way in, my body stiffens when my eyes land on a guy coming towards us. A guy who is all too familiar.
His dark hair is slicked back like he’s Elvis, his facial hair sculpted and shaped perfectly. He’s dressed in a crisp, dark suit, pretending he’s more important than he is. From the outside he’s a handsome guy, a guy who’d have girls dropping to their knees in front of him for even a scrap of his attention, but I know better. In my opinion, you can’t polish a turd, and this guy is the biggest piece of shit I know. His eyes find mine and a hint of a smile passes over his lips.
Donovan.
“Logan, pleasure to see you again,” he greets and I force a smile through gritted teeth, my lips pulled tight. His eyes flick to Amy and his smile widens at the sight of her. My hand around Amy’s tightens. “And what a pleasure it is to meetyou.” He plasters on a seedy smile as he takes her in, looking her up and down. The way he scans her body has me ready to throw my fist into his face.
“Hi,” Amy replies quietly with a pleasant smile.
I take a step closer to Amy in a silent warning for Donovan to keep his distance from her, and he doesn’t miss it. “Good a good one there, Logan. You’re a lucky man.” His eyes flick to her again and he smirks. “Well, I’ll be seeing you…soon.” And with that, he looks between the two of us once more, then saunters out of my garage and climbs into his blacked out Mercedes.
I stare after him, unable to look away as I watch to make sure he leaves. The car rumbles to life and peels out of the lot, and as soon as the car disappears from view, I relax somewhat.
Who the fuck does he think he is turning up here?
A man I owe a fuck load of money to, that’s who.
