Page 84 of The Playbook

This was it.

Was I really ready for this?

It seemed fast. Way too fast. But damnit, I was tired of just playing it safe. Logan made me feel a way I never wanted to end.His smile. The stupid shit he said. How he could be innocent one moment and pissing me off the next. The jokes and teasing. The way he touched me and made me feel alive. The way my heart fluttered whenever he was near me. How tied up I felt when he kissed me. The excitement I felt at the prospect of more after high school with him.

I loved him.

And that even seemed absolutely crazy.

But my heart hurt when I thought about us not being together.

So this had to be right. I knew it had to be.

I flopped back on his bed and stared at the ceiling, watching the fan spin as I got lost in thoughts of him. It helped to settle my nerves a bit.

“I brought you something,” Logan called out softly, coming into the room.

I sat up on my elbow and found him standing in the doorway holding a pink rose.

“It’s not much, but I really thought it was pretty. It reminded me of you.”

He approached as I swung my legs over the edge of his bed and sat up. He kneeled in front of me and handed me the flower. I took it and sniffed, the nerves I’d been trying to tame coming back full force.

“Thank you. I love it,” I said, locking eyes with him.

He offered me a sweet smile as I placed it on his nightstand and turned back to him.

“Movie?” he asked, giving my hand a squeeze.

I nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, that’d be great.”

He stood and grabbed his remote as I scooted over for him. He lay beside me and tugged me against his chest as he powered on his TV and scrolled through his streaming service.

“You want something funny?”

I nodded against him and watched as he paused over various movies. I shook my head against his chest until he reached one I’d wanted to see and nodded. He chuckled softly and pushed play. The opening credits started.

The movie was enough to calm me, but it seemed to roll by fast, and before I knew it, it was over and the room had darkened.

We lay cuddled together in silence for a few moments before Logan spoke.

“Are you nervous?”

“Yeah.” I breathed out, deciding not to lie about it.

“You know we don’t have to, right? I don’t want you to think this is something that needs to happen. I’m completely fine just spending the night holding you.”

“Really?” I peered up at him, his face illuminated with the pale light from the TV.

He ran his knuckles along my jaw. “Yeah. Of course.”

I studied him for a moment and made the decision to go for it. I wanted him. To hell with my nerves. It was time to be brave.

I leaned in and pressed my mouth to his. He came to life, his tongue sliding along mine as he deepened the kiss.

“We’ll go slow,” he whispered between kisses.

“Ok,” I managed to say before his lips smothered mine again, his fingers slowly dragging along my leg, up beneath my dress and raking along my panty line.

---