I shake my head, smiling.
“How about, let’s not fight for the rest of the day. We can pick it up tomorrow.”
“Deal.”
We sit there for a moment in silence.
The ocean rolls in and out and the wind blows gently in my face. The sunshine hasn’t taken over for the day yet.
“Good coffee,” he says.
“Yeah,” I reply softly.
I glance over at him, then back at the water stretching out forever.
“This latte is really buttery.”
He laughs under his breath.
“I can’t believe this all started with a one-night stand. And now we’re here.”
“You think that’s weird?” I ask.
He gazes over at me, then back at the ocean. His eyes are the same color as the water. “Weird? No. What’s weird? Love is so strange these days. I don’t think it matters how we got here. Just that we made it. There’s no formula for finding someone you connect with.”
“Agreed.”
He waggles his eyebrows. “Thatwasa fun night. Last night, though…”
“I know.”
We let the soft, warm breeze blow for a few minutes. No need to fill the empty space.
“So…” he says. “I’ve got about an hour before I have to leave. You wanna go back upstairs?”
Before he can answer, my phone buzzes on the table beside me.
Logan nods toward it.
“Who’s calling you?”
I flip it over.
My stomach drops to my feet.
“Oh my God,” I say, holding it up. “It’s my ex.”
Logan smirks.
“Did I call it, or did I call it?”
I stare at the screen for a second. “You freaking called it. It’s like he’s psychic or something. The moment I’m actually, like,init with my person, he calls. Unreal.”
“Told you. He messed up. His loss. You belong to me now.” He grins, and taps his lips. I lean in and kiss him.
It keeps buzzing.
“So,” he says. “You gonna answer it?”
