“I still shouldn’t have treated you like that.”
One more step.
“And I shouldn’t have blown up.”
Another.
“We’ll get better at this.” Logan reached out his hand.
I rested mine in his for a second before pulling him to me. “We’re going to have to.”
“So you’re not going to end this?” he asked on an exhalation as his lips brushed delicately over my forehead.
I shook my head. “Only if you want to.”
“That is the last thing I want to do.” I melted into his kiss as he wrapped me in his strong arms.
Pulling away, I looked up into his deep oceans. “What did you tell your parents?”
He chuckled slightly. “They might not even know I left. Within seconds of you leaving, I was in a car heading to the closest florist and then straight here.”
I rested my head on his shoulder. “You should probably give your mom a call so she doesn’t worry.”
“Eh.” Logan sighed. “It’s not the first time I’ve ducked out of a function early. They’ll be fine. Come here.”
Logan led me over to my plush leather couch, taking the pink throw blanket and wrapping it around my shoulders. He tucked me into his side, just holding me.
“This is nice,” I said softly as my body finally relaxed.
He kissed the top of my head. “It is.”
Staring down at the dress in the middle of the room, I muttered, “I broke the dress.”
He hugged me tighter. “That can be fixed. It’s just a dress.”
“Will you go with me to the welcome home party I’m throwing for Josie and Roger? They’ll be back from their honeymoon soon.”
“You know I’m already on the guest list, right?”
“I’m the one who sent out the invitations, silly. I mean gowith me.”
“I would love to.”
