Page 82 of We Were Something
So I’m not sure if I’ve actually moved past what Logan said, his two instances of insensitivity just not as important as they felt in the moment, or if I’m shoving them down because it’s easier to focus on other things that are far more fun.
That’s my worry, though—I’m used to living for fun, not making anything into a bigger deal because, in the long run, it doesn’t matter.
But with Logan, there’s a part of me that wonders if this thing between us really can go the distance, regardless of all the reasons we could be all wrong for each other. If that’s the case, if we might turn into something real, I have to learnnotto focus on just the fun.
Because sure, fun is fun. But life is made up of more than just what makes us happy. There are sad days too. Hard days. Emotions and loss and pain. And if I don’t learn how to ebb and flow with those days, learn how to take them in stride and talk them out instead of shoving them down, we have no chance.
As Logan pulls up in front of my house, he lifts my hand to his mouth and presses a kiss to my wrist.
“Thanks for taking me on a great little trip,” I tell him, enjoying the dreamy way he’s looking at me. “It was totally worth skipping yoga.”
He chuckles. “We need to do that again soon. Once things with Ivy have wrapped up and I have some more free time.” Then he leans forward and presses his lips against mine. “We’ll make sure to give your yoga instructor some more advance notice in the future.”
I nod, liking that he’s thinking a month out.
That might not be long for some people, but it is for me.
“Or we could bring Tessa and do yoga on the beach.”
“As long as she doesn’t mind taking a sleeping bag and tent to stay overnight on the island. I’m not about to try to keep quiet if I have you in bed next to me.”
I let out a quick moan at that then lean in, kissing him again, this time in a way that tells him I’m more than interested in a repeat of this weekend.
“Alright, two important things before I take off,” he says, pulling back and taking my hand in his. “First…I didn’t wear a condom this morning.”
His voice is tight and professional when he says it, probably the clinical way he talks to his teenage patients about sex, but I quickly cut him off.
“You don’t have to worry, I’m covered.”
His eyes flick back and forth between mine before he speaks again.
“Well. I’m glad to hear that, but I want to apologize for that. It was…” he clears his throat and I watch as a little bit of pink begins to creep up his neck, “…the first time since I was married and I just didn’t think about it.”
I nod, giving him what I am sure is some kind of funky smile. “Really. Don’t worry about it. We’re fine.”
He nods. “Okay, but I just want to say I’m sorry. I’ve always been a firm believer that conversations about contraception need to happenbeforeintercourse, and it shouldn’t be your responsibility alone.”
At his impassioned sincerity, my smile shifts into something more natural.
“I appreciate that.”
He nods his head again, the worry that had cast his eyes in shadow just briefly clearing away.
“And the second thing?”
“Oh,” he says, a smile breaking out on his face. “What do you think about going out to dinner this week. On a date.”
My lips tilt up as a bit of surprise spreads through my body.
“A date, huh?”
He nods. “Yeah.”
“Are you worried about the gossip mill finding out you’re dining with someone 16 years your junior?” I ask, trying to put some teasing into my voice even though my question is real.
Logan shakes his head with confidence.
“Why would I care about what anyone else thinks…” he asks me, “…when I’m dating the most incredible woman I’ve ever met?”
