Page 95 of Misfortune and Mr. Right

We stay up way later than usual, talking, reminiscing, and kissing. By the time I’m leaving his place well after midnight, I’m far less freaked out. In place of my nervousness, a feeling of anticipation has settled in. I’m Logan Alexander’s girlfriend. Nothing ever felt so surprising … or so right.

We’re standing outside my door.

“Do you want to run with me tomorrow before work?” he offers just before he yawns.

“You mean today? As in, four hours from now?”

“Right. Today.” He shakes his head in disbelief.

“No. I do not want to even get up for work. I want to snuggle up under the covers, roll over and sleep another two or three hours, wake and grab coffee at Serendipi-Tea, and stay in my sweats all day.”

“Mmmm. That sounds good. Want to play hooky?” he asks.

“Logan!” I pull my head back so I can see his whole face. “You’re kidding, right?”

“We both work hard. We could use a day off.”

“And Untethered could use us showing up.”

“You’re right. You’re right. Let’s take a raincheck on skipping work. I’ll get you coffee at Serendipi-Tea. We can sleep in and not run. Will you join me the next day?”

“If you don’t keep me up past midnight again.” I smile up at him.

“No promises, Pennington. Now that I’ve got you, I don’t think I’m going to want to spend too much time apart.”

“I like sleep.”

“Okay. I’ll keep that in mind.”

We’re quiet, our arms around one another, not wanting to let go of this feeling now that we’ve surrendered to it.

“Good night, Olivia.” Logan bends in and places a soft kiss on my cheek.

I turn and capture his mouth in a kiss—because I can. He pulls me in, kissing me deeply, like the first kiss we shared, deep, full of yearning and years of pent up desire. My exhaustion melts under the heat of his kiss. I’m wide awake, running my hands through his hair, down his back, over the muscles in his arms.

A small voice reminds me how late it is—on a night when I have to wake to go to work. I pull back, placing one final soft kiss on Logan’s lips and running my hand down his jaw.

“Goodnight, Logan,” I whisper, staring up into his eyes.

His voice is deep and raspy, his eyes fixed on mine, a soft, private smile on his lips. “Goodnight, Olivia.”

He backs away slowly, then leans in to place a kiss on my forehead. “Tell me this wasn’t a dream.”

“It’s real,” I assure him.

He nods once and backs away, this time for real.

I stand in my doorway, watching him as he heads back to his place. He turns around just before he rounds the corner into the lounge area and looks at me.

“I want to watch you go into your apartment,” he says with a kind of protectiveness I should buck against, but instead it makes me swoon just a little.

I shake my head in disbelief, but then I turn, open the door, and step inside. I peek out through the opening until it’s shut. The last thing I see is Logan standing there, smiling at me as if I’m all he’s ever wanted in the world.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Olivia

You just gotta do everything you can

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