“You owe me a new top,” I point out and he pulls back, a grin stretching across his smug face.
“Then I’ll buy you a new one, but I must say I’m liking this new look of yours. The one where you’re all dirtied up.”
“Only because of you.”
“My bad.” He laughs with a shrug.
“I need to go and change my shirt,” I say, trying to move out from underneath him, but Logan pins me harder against the car, not giving me an inch of room to move.
“So take it off,” he suggests. “I’d really like it if you took it off,” he says, fiddling with the string at the front, undoing the bow, allowing my shirt to fall open just enough to make out the tops of my breasts.
“Well, we can’t always get what we want now can we?” I tease, echoing his words from earlier as I squirm out of his hold and dart for the house before he has chance to haul me back.
It doesn’t take me long to change, and when I get back to the garage, I find Logan back bent under the hood. I can’t help myself, so when I walk past him, I slap his ass just like he did me, and as I stop beside him he gives me an amused look.
“How’s it going?” I ask and he gives a wide smile, unhooking the hood and closing it with a soft click.
“All done.”
My heart feels heavier as the words leave his mouth. It’s over. It’s incredible to see how far we’ve come over the last few weeks, and to see how much the car has changed, but with the completion of the car comes the end of our project.
It’s a bittersweet moment. It's something that I’ll miss.
“I can’t believe it,” I reply, letting my eyes roam over the car.
He squeezes me tighter. “You better believe it, babygirl. When we put the colour on, it’s gonna be epic!”
“Yeah it is.”
“You never did tell me why you picked that colour.”
His question catches me off guard, as really I should have expected it at some point. “It’s the same colour as your eyes,” I confess, heat already rising in my cheeks.
He looks at me stunned for a moment. “That’s why you chose it?”
I nod. “The car is special to me because of my dad, but it would never have gotten to this point without your help. The car’s what brought you and me together. I guess it’s a way to keep you both close to me.”
He makes a move to touch me but stops himself, and instead he reaches for a damn rag which he uses to clean his hands of any trace of oil before he reaches for my chin and his lips crash to mine. I wind my arms around his neck, letting my fingers tangle in his hair as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, caressing my own.
“Fuck, Ames. I don’t deserve you,” he says against my lips.
“If you didn’t, I wouldn’t be here.”
“I just can’t help thinking that you’d be better off without me.”
“Why would you think that? I can’t imagine anywhere I’d rather be than right here with you.”
“You don’t know what it means to hear you say that.” He kisses me again.
“I’m with you no matter what,” I say, and a look I can’t decipher passes across his face, and before I can think anything of it, it’s gone. “I don’t think I’ve really thanked you for doing this for me. You don’t know what it means.”
“No need to thank me, babygirl, I wouldn’t have missed this for the world. I’ve loved doing this with you.” He leans over and presses his lips to mine once more.
The words‘I love you’are on the tip of my tongue, but before I have the chance to say it, he’s on the move.
“I guess we better get this baby loaded up onto the tow truck,” he says, clearing up the tools and spare parts that litter the garage floor.
I help him tidy up before helping him hook the car onto the back of the tow truck, along with the parts that will need to be attached to the car later.
