I glanced at my watch again and groaned. Then I took the damn thing off and sat it on my patio table. 

I was sitting on the patio of my hotel room smoking a cigarette. I've been repeatedly checking the time, counting down the minutes until Logan would get here. I had tonight all planned out. Well, kind of. I didn't want to assume sex was going to happen, but I wasn't going to deny that I wanted it. God, how I wanted it. I remembered all too well what I was missing with Logan. But I also knew that there was a possibility that it might not happen tonight. 

Oh, well. I still had wishful thinking on my side. 

I glanced at my phone again and grimaced when I saw Vanessa's name on the call log. I wasn't expecting a call from her so early this morning. She wanted to let me know that she was extending her trip a few days. Every time I talked to her, I felt more guilty. There was no excuse for what I was doing. I wasn't going to be all Clinton about it and call it something it wasn't. I wasn't being faithful to her. I made the decision today that I needed to be honest with her. Not about Logan and everything that went with that, but to the fact that I lied about where I went and that I cheated. But that would be handled when I got back to the city. 

I wasn't going to worry about it tonight. I couldn't. Tonight was about me and Logan. 

After admitting that our dinner was an actual date, I felt a little—I don't know—different. I'm not saying I was going to join a fucking PRIDE parade, but it felt like I was moving in the right direction. Like a piece of my crazy puzzled life was falling into place. It gave me new sense of confidence where Logan was concerned. 

That's why tonight I was going to order room service for us, get some booze, and put on a movie or something. Then we'll see. Even if we didn't end up in bed together, it didn't matter. I just wanted to spend time with him. I didn't know how much longer we were going to have for whatever this was. Even worse, I had no idea if I was going to see him again if he got married. 

"Fuck it." I grabbed my phone and clicked on his name. 

Me: Don't be late tonight. I can't wait to see you.

It was about ten minutes before I got a response. For a second there I thought he was going to bail on me. Again. 

Chime--chime

Logan: Be patient. I just got out of the shower. I'll be there on time. Since when did you become so demanding? ;)

My face broke out in a smile. I definitely wasn't a patient person—at least not where Logan was concerned. 

Me: Guess you bring it out of me.

Me: What kind of booze do you want tonight? I'll go pick it up. 

While I waited for his response, I walked back into my room and pulled a cold soda out of the mini fridge. I sat it on the patio table and took a seat in the chair I vacated. I still couldn't believe I was here. I didn't regret dropping everything and coming to see Logan. I just regretted the other consequences. 

Chine--chime

Logan: White wine.

I frowned at his suggestion. He never really like the sweet stuff. 

Me: You sure? 

Logan: Yeah. I want to be relaxed tonight. Not drunk. 

I hope that meant what I thought it did. 

Me: As you wish. I'll see you soon. 

I got to my feet, slipped on my shoes, and headed out of my hotel. I needed to go to the store to grab the wine and also some more non-alcoholic drinks to stock the fridge. And cigarettes. I didn't care. 

I wasn't going to let anything ruin my night with Logan. 

*Later that night at 6:58pm*

Knock--knock--knock

"Fuck," I breathed. "Okay, okay." 

I hurried towards the door to let Logan inside. I wasn't usually nervous around him and it was throughing me off. I took a couple deep breaths when I reached for the handle. The door opened and there he was. Wearing that fucking leather jacket. 

"Hey," Logan greeted me with a smirk. 

Sometimes I think he wore that jacket just to tease me. "Hey."

Logan chuckled deep. "You, ah, going to let me in? Or is this how we're going to spend the evening?"

What? Oh, shit! I felt my cheeks heat as I took a step back and held the door open. "Yeah, sorry." 

I shut the door and ran a shaky hand through my hair. The only time he's been here was that night he was hammered and passed out on my bed. Maybe that was one of the reasons I felt off today. We didn't do many sleepovers; and we've never done one like that. I know he was unconscious that night, but I wasn't. Laying that close to him in bed without the sex just felt...different. More exposed in a way.

Logan sat his keys and wallet on the small table before turning back to me. "So, what's the plan tonight?" 

My eyes met his and I was still trying to get a read on how tonight was going to go. "Hungry?"

"Starving."

A corner of my mouth lifted. "Good." 

I walked over to the bedside table, picked up the room service menu, then walked back to Logan and held it out to him. "Take a look and see if anything looks good. We can always order UberEats if you want something else." 

"Okay, thanks." He went to take the menu and I didn't let go. He looked back up at me and arched a questioning brow. 

"You forgot something when you got here."

As if he knew exactly what I was talking about, his eyes fell to my lips briefly. "Did I?" 

I nodded. When he leaned forward to kiss me, I stopped him. "Wait."'

I took the menu and sat it on the bed. I felt Logan's eyes on me with every move I made. I reached for that fucking leather jacket and pushed it from his shoulders and laid it on the back of a chair. He stood in front of me now wearing a black Under Armour t-shirt and jeans. Christ. Maybe he should put it back on...

"That's better," I whispered before cupping the back of his neck and bringing his lips to mine. 

I slipped my free hand around his waist and I felt him rest his on my biceps. He pulled me closer, my hard chest brushing against his. I tilted my head to the side, deepening the kiss as my tongue stroked his. There was nothing like kissing Logan Thorne. To be honest, kissing him like this was better than any sex. 

"That's quite a welcome," he breathed when we separated. 

"Yeah." I smiled before clearing my throat and taking a step back. We needed to cool this fire down. Or we weren't going to be eating anything for dinner. "Here," I said, handing him the menu.

He glanced at it but didn't take it. "Actually, I want to do UberEats." He gaze turned suspicious. "We agreed that the next dinner was on me and I know if we order room service that you're going to pay for it."

"Clever."

"Mhm," he mumbled and pulled out his phone. 

I waited while he scrolled through the different restaurants before he found a place he liked. Once he ordered his meal, I ordered mine. When the order confirmation was in, I pulled the wine out of the fridge and uncorked it. 

Logan walked absently around the room. "How is the hotel? Sure you don't want me to help you pay for it?" I shot him a look that made him laugh. "Well, I'm just saying. I dragged you out here."

I poured the wine and handed him his glass. "You didn't drag me out here. I came because I wanted to." I glanced away briefly before admitting, "To be honest, before I got your text, I've been thinking about you. A lot. I have a strong feeling if you hadn't have reached out to me that night, then I would have been the one eventually." 

After we drank a little more wine, I ended up convincing Logan to watch some of The Walking Dead to get him caught up. We were on the second episode when the food arrived. 

"I can't believe how far behind you are on this show," I said to him. 

He took another bite of his food. "I told you, it got boring."

"How the hell is that possible?"

Logan shrugged a shoulder. "I can say the same about you and American Horror Story. I can't believe you said it was too scary."

I held my hand up. "Whoa. One, I was drunk when I said that; and two, we agreed to take that little secret to our graves."

Logan sighed and glanced back at the TV. "And to our graves it shall go," he promised. 

After we were done eating, we got through a few more episodes. We were both sitting on the bed, side by side. The sides of our bodies were pressed flush against each other. When the credits started to roll, the vibe in the room changed. 

I turned my head towards Logan and he was already looking at me. By the look in his eyes, I could tell he was fighting what he wanted to do with that he should do. I didn't lean in to kiss him. I waited, letting it be his call. I was going to follow his lead.

He licked his lips before he met my gaze. "I can't do this," he whispered before he pulled away and climbed off the bed. "I should probably get back."

When he started gathering up the trash from our dinner, I took it from him. "Leave it. I'll take care of it." 

He headed out of my room and turned before leaving. "Thanks for the invite. It was fun."

I smirked. "Thanks for dinner. Talk to you tomorrow?" 

Logan nodded. "Tomorrow." 

I shut the door behind him and leaned back against it. My eyelids slid shut and I exhaled a shaky breath. As much as I wanted something to happen tonight, I wasn't mad at him. I understood why. So much for wishful thinking.

Knock--knock--knock

My eyes snapped open and my heart started to race. I turned and opened the door. 

Logan was breathing heavily like he ran back down the hall. "I forgot my jacket."

I glanced to the chair that it was draped over. He never forgot that fucking jacket. Then I remembered what he said outside of the restaurant when we went to dinner the other night. 

"I kept leaving my hat at your place as an excuse to see you more, too."

I looked back at him and a short laugh passed my lips. "Shut up and get in here." 

He basically lunged forward, taking my face in his hands as he kissed the hell out of me. The door shut behind us and a few seconds later I felt the back of my legs hit the bed. 

Logan pulled away from me and looked deep in my eyes. "Do you want me?" 

"Yes," I hissed when he started kissing my neck. 

"Good." He pulled back and reached for the waistband of my jeans. "Then let's get these off."

He didn't have to tell me twice. 

Is anyone else anxiously and impatiently waiting for the next chapter? Me too! It will be up tomorrow from Logan's POV 🖤

As always, thanks for reading!