Chapter 8
When You’re Wrong, Admit It
Ari
Text after text rolled in from the moment I walked through my front door. Ripping off the dress, making sure to break the annoyingly stubborn zipper, I paced around my living room in my underwear, futilely trying to calm down.
Why is this bothering me so much?
So he jumped in and tried to do the gentlemanly thing by making sure a drunken dirt bag didn’t get too fresh with me at a family charity event—there wasn’t any harm in that. If the situation had been reversed, I probably would have done something similar.
Hindsight is always twenty-twenty.
He was a loose cannon, but so was I, and I was terrible at dating. Case in point: I should have listened to him. I shouldn’t have blustered off, throwing a childish tantrum, but I had. My embarrassment was all-consuming.
Logan: I never meant to make you so upset.
Logan: I overreacted.
Logan: Please let me apologize.
Logan: Ari, please. I didn’t mean to act like a macho gorilla.
Logan: All things truly wicked start from innocence.
Of course he had to throw in a Hemingway quote for good measure. I had to hand it to him—he was good at breaking my walls down quickly.
Just as I was about to text back, Logan started calling.
I answered without a word.
“Ari?”
I sighed. “I’m here.”
“Will you just hear me out?”
“I’m listening,” I answered softly.
“Will you open your door?”
Without even thinking about covering up, I threw my front door open to find Logan with a bouquet of roses hugged to his chest.
As I stood with my arms crossed, blocking his entry, Logan bowed his head. “May I come in?”
I dropped my arms and waved him in.
Turning to me, he started to apologize, but I stopped him.
“Logan, I’m the one who needs to be sorry. I acted like a three-year-old.”
He set the flowers down on the oak table in front of him. “And I acted like a possessive imbecile.”
“Is this just us trying to get to know each other?”
Logan drifted closer to me. “I think a learning curve is probably involved. I saw red when I thought you were enjoying that guy hitting on you.”
I closed the distance a little more. “I was completely uncomfortable with him and was just trying to find a friendly way of telling him to fuck off.”
