Page 82 of When You Left Me Speechless

After dinner,I walk out of his room. Logan is still dressed and lying on the pallet of blankets he made on the floor of his living room. The sun is almost completely gone outside the window, and the first stars are beginning to appear. The lights hanging from the ceiling in the living room are glowing a little brighter. There is a big bowl of popcorn and four different bags of sour worms spread out across the blanket.

He looks up at me with thatcome over here and fuck megrin. Gone are the lounge set and hoodie I was wearing before, and I am now wearing nothing but the nightgown he picked out for me. The fabric is sheer and leaves nothing to the imagination. I walk across the room toward where he lies.

“Damn,” he says, his eyes raking over me. “How am I supposed to focus on a movie when you look like that?” I crawl onto the bed of blankets.

“We have all night. I want to know what you planned for us to watch,” I giggle. “Is this candy for me?”

He lets out a little frustrated huff. “Yes, you cleaned out my classroom stash of sour worms, so I figured they were your favorite.”

I feel a wide grin spread across my face as I survey the candy in front of me. “You’re right. They are.” I cuddle up next to him and feel his arm wrap around me. He pulls me in tight. “So, what are we watching?”

“You’ve Got Mail.” He grabs the remote, and it hits me. The whole day has been full of my favorite things: daisies, zinfandel, the sunset, sour worms,You’ve Got Mail. Not only did he plan a date full of my favorite things, but he remembered all of them.

I glance over, and I can see the outline of his perfect cock through his sweatpants. I don’t know if it’s the realization of the thoughtfulness that made the day perfect or all of the wine we drank, or maybe I feel really sexy in the little black nightgown he bought me, but something deep in my core warms. My heart starts to flutter. I’m turned on, and I know I won’t be able to wait until the movie ends.

I move to straddle his lap, and he sits up to meet me. “Tonight was magical,” I say. “Thank you for putting all of this together with all my favorite things. I’ve never had anyone do something like this for me.”

He leans forward and kisses my forehead softly. My breath catches at the feel of his lips on my skin. He leans back slightly, his hands finding my thighs. “I thought you wanted to watch the movie,” he jokes.

“I’ve seen it before. I thought we could do something different instead.”

His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, he looks at me like I’m his entire world. I remove his glasses and set them on the windowsill. He leans forward again. This time, our cheeks brush against one another. His breath is warm on my skin. He teases me with his lips barely grazing my jaw. My eyes flutter shut at the sensation. He slowly moves his lips up to mineuntil we are kissing. It’s tender and raw, like no kiss he and I have ever shared before.

It’s the kind of kiss that makes me think I may break my biggest rule of all. Maybe, just maybe, Logan Peterson and I could be something more.

CHAPTER 51: IT’S A SMALL WORLD

LOGAN

Ihave never made love to a woman before. That is, not until last night. After she crawled into my lap, the popcorn, candy, and movie were long forgotten. I proceeded to worship every inch of her body for the rest of the evening. Nothing about it was rushed or rough. The kisses were tender, and when we touched each other, it felt incredibly intimate, like we were each committing every inch of the other to memory so we would never forget the way we were both feeling. Once we both found our final release, I held her like I never wanted to let her go.

I’m now lying on the pile of blankets in my living room. Poppy is still asleep and curled up in my arms. I’m falling for this girl, and I want her to know, but I don’t want to scare her.

She said she liked me at dinner, and I had returned the sentiment. I’m not sure what she meant by it. The word tasted bitter on my tongue because I know I more than like this girl. I like Tanner. I’m falling for Poppy Collins.

I feel her stir, and I plant a kiss on the top of her head. “Mornin’, beautiful,” I say as she turns and smiles, still half asleep. Her hair sticking out in every direction.

“Morning,” she yawns. “We gotta get going, right? Yousaid the championship match is at nine thirty?” I nod and check my phone. It’s 8:00 a.m.

“Shit, yeah, we better go. I know you need to get back to study, too, right? You still meeting up with your friends from school this morning?” She nods, smiles a disappointed smile, and begins walking toward my room.

“You know it’s a shame we have so much to do today. I dreamed of some things I wanted you to do to me this morning,” she says, peering over her shoulder and flashing me a flirty grin. I feel my cock twitch in my boxers and I run my hand over my face.

“Well damn, I’m instantly regretting winning that game on Friday night.”

She laughs as I follow her. “No, it’s awesome. I wish I could come see you play,” she says.

She walks over and places the packed bag on my bed. She starts digging out clothes. As I pass by her, I reach out and gently touch the top of her arm. I pull her towards me, tip up her chin, and kiss her like I did last night. I feel her knees buckle underneath her, and she grabs my arm, catching herself.

“We need to go,” she breathes, “you’ve gotta stop kissing me like that.”

“Never.”

Her mouth curls into a small smile. I kiss her forehead before pulling away and heading into the bathroom.

We both finish getting dressed and hurry out the door. On the way to the elevator, she stops suddenly. “Shit, I left the painting. I’ll just run back and grab it. Can I have your key?” She grabs the key and hands me her purse. “I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“Are you sure? I can wait.”

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