Page 76 of Bloom: Part 1

“Why? I love wearing your clothes. They look better on me anyway.”

Logan laughed. He pressed his face to my neck, his mouth curling up in a smile against my skin. “You still need a few suitable things for when we go out. I want to take you to a proper dinner tonight.”

“But we can order in. I’m not picky about food.”

“You don’t get it, Bloom. We did everything the wrong way, and I want to make it right. Let me take you on a date.”

I sucked in a breath. “A real date?”

“Yeah.”

“You want to date me.”

Logan pulled back his head and frowned. “Why? Is something wrong?”

“I’ve never been on a date.”

“Dammit, Bloom.” He heaved a deep exhale of breath.

“What?”

“I love the idea of being your many firsts too much. It’s settled. I’ll take you to a restaurant tonight, but whether we go back depends on how you behave.”

“I’ll try my best, Dr. Collier.”

He grunted. “When you call me that, I’m not convinced.”

I grinned. “I promise to behave or—or you can spank me if I don’t.”

He stroked my cheek with his thumb. “Are you sure?”

“Yep. I’ll be anything you need to be with you, Logan. Anything.”

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LOGAN

Bloom’s bewildered expression when I opened the car door for him prompted a silent vow to myself—I’d make this a regular gesture. In addition to holding his hands, kissing him, and telling him how beautiful he was. He’d missed countless experiences. The bikers had done the best they could by him, but it was up to me to fill in the gaps. Despite my initial reservations, I was now involved with him, and I was determined to ensure his happiness.

I extended a hand to help him out of the car. Slamming the door shut, I placed a kiss on his forehead. “Lead the way.”

Bloom acting all shy was the cutest thing ever. When he dropped his gaze and a smile touched his lips, my heart fluttered. “You don’t have to do all that.”

“Do what?”

“Open doors for me and stuff like that.”

“I want to.”

“It feels weird.”

I took his hand in mine. “Do you want me to stop?”

He seemed to think about it for a few seconds, then shook his head. Good. Because I wanted to be the one who showed him affection all the time. I never wanted him to regret letting me be his first.

We walked up the steps to the clubhouse. I pushed the door open for him and followed him inside toward the loud laughter and the hum of gruff voices. Bloom groaned.

“Seems like everyone is here. I should check in and see if I’m needed.”

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