Page 54 of Meet Me in the Valley
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Logan immediately infiltrates my senses.
I see his honey-brown eyes crinkling in the corners the way they do when he smiles that crooked smile at me.
I hear his boyish laugh, the one I can’t help but join in when he gets going, often ending with us completely silent, fighting for air.
I smell his skin—an enticing combination of musk and bergamot that calls me to bury my nose into his pulse point and drown myself in his scent.
I feel the warmth of his body against mine, whether it’s my cheek against his chest in a warm embrace, or our foreheads pressed together, like we’re sending telepathic messages to each other.
But taste … if only I knew the way he tastes. I have my imagination for that, often leading me to rub my thighs together to seek desperate friction.
The things I would do to have a taste.
I unlock my phone, the brightness temporarily blinding me in contrast to how dark it is outside. It’s just after eight, making it around ten Austin time, and I think back to my conversation with Audrey earlier today at Sip & Savor.
So much of that conversation challenged me, forcing me to come to terms with my growing feelings for Logan. It’s left me vulnerable, seeking his support—his shoulder to lean on.
He should be awake. He might even be out. It’s a Thursday night, and we haven’t spoken at all today. My own words from earlier echo into the stillness of the night.
“I’ll try. No regrets.”
Swallowing my pride, I pull up my text conversation with Logan. Our last message exchange was a simple “Have a great day today.” He only replied with a heart reaction. I don’t have a right to be upset about it. We aren’t together—I made sure of that.
Chewing the inside of my cheek, I draft a text, reminding myself to be vulnerable and not hate myself for it.
Tia
Hey Lo.
My stomach flutters when I see the three little dots.
Logan
Hey T. You ok?
Tia
Yeah, I’m fine. Just feel like we haven’t talked in forever :(
Logan
I know. I feel the same way. Are you ready for tomorrow?
Tia
Right now, yes. Let’s see how I feel when I wake up tomorrow.
Logan
Are you excited?
Tia
A little? I think I’m more nervous than excited.
Logan
