Page 69 of The Playbook

“You smell better,” I said, twining my fingers with his.

He laughed softly. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

I peeked over and smiled at him. “I have something to tell you.”

“What?” He lightly trailed his fingers along my waistband, caressing my skin and lifting a swell of goosebumps over my body. “Is it good?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Mostly.”

He moved up on his elbow and peered down at me. “Mostly?”

“My dad said I can date.”

A massive grin spilled onto his face. It was the largest smile I’d ever seen him sport, and I’d been privy to many of his smiles as of late.

Before he could say another word, I shushed him with a finger pressed to his lips. “I still don't think we should say anything about us though, OK?”

“If that’s what you want.” He was still grinning. “But you’ll want to eventually, right?”

I licked my lips, imagining people saying nasty shit and being bigger dicks to me. Then, I considered what it would feel to have him kiss me before classes, hold my hand in the hallway, sit with me at lunch. How he could make the ugly parts of my world disappear with just his smile.

“Yeah. Eventually. It’s just new to me. I like the friendship show we have going.”

He snorted at my description. “Welcome to the Logan and Grace Friendship Show! Starring Logan and Grace with special guest, social embarrassment.”

I slapped at him as he laughed. “I’m not embarrassed by you.”

“Good,” he said, leaning in and kissing my nose. “Had me worried there for a moment.”

“I’m just not ready for the attention and scrutiny.”

“That’s fine, Gracie. I get it. I’d rather have a secret love affair with you than none at all. Besides, it’s kind of hot when you think about it.”

“Yeah?”

He leaned in again and brushed his lips against mine. Butterflies converged low in my guts as he deepened the kiss, his hand tight on my waist, and his tongue sliding against mine.

“I can steal you away and kiss you in secret. Touch you. Make you moan for me. We can even develop secret hand signs—”

I let out a laugh as he nuzzled into my neck.

“What’s so funny?”

“You really want to have secret hand signals?”

“Absolutely. Something that sayslet me make you comewhile also not being mistaken for the jerkoff hand motion—”

“Logan,” I groaned. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ah, but I’m all yours, baby.”

All mine.

He was all mine.

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