Page 119 of We Were Something
“I know.”
My head whips back to him in surprise.
“And if you need to move to New York because that’s where you’ll be happiest, I completely understand. I will support you 100%. Because this time in your life right now? You should be exploring if you want to, figuring out the things that make you the happiest. If that takes you to New York, it takes me to New York. Or if you want to go there alone, I can stay here, because youshouldbe able to explore on your own. We can make it work, no matter where you want to be.”
He reaches out to me, his hand hovering between us, waiting for me to accept it. When I do, he helps me step onto the boat.
“You hate the city,” I say, not letting go of his hand.
“But I love you.”
My lips quiver as emotion races through my body.
I’ve never been a person who can forgive easily, but somehow, as I listen to Logan, I start to understand other people who can. People who can prioritize the love. Who can reconcile past behavior because the love is more important.
I’ve never understood it before, but today, as I watch Logan pour his own heart out in front of me, as he desperately seeks a way to repair what he broke, I think I do. I think I get it, for the first time.
“Every city has hospitals, but not every city has you. And when I think about what would makemehappiest, it’s not about where I’m going to be or what I’m going to do. It’s about who I’m with, and I want to be with you.”
Then he tugs me into him and wraps his arms around me, cocooning me in the place Iknowis where I am safest. Where I am the most loved. Where I matter.
“I love you,” I whisper. “Don’t ever throw us away again.”
He shakes his head. “Never.”
I tug him down, bringing his lips to mine, my forgiveness for his stupidity coming as simply and naturally as this kiss.
Our tongues dip and sway, stroking against each other in tandem with the way the light rocking of the ocean sways the boat beneath our feet.
It’s a beautiful kiss. One that reminds me where I belong, and who I belong to.
And I know without a single doubt in my mind that there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
“I don’t actually want to move to New York.”
Logan turns to face me, lifting himself up, his head resting in his palm as he looks down at where I lie wrapped in the pale green sheets of the master bed on his boat.
“I know.”
I slap his arm. “What do you mean,I know?”
He grins at me. “You made it very clear that you hate the city. I don’t doubt you would have gone, but you would have been running away.”
Sighing, I tuck myself into his warm body.
“I don’t ever want you to runawayfrom me,” he continues. “I only want you runningtome.”
Tilting my head back, I stare into his blue eyes. The ones that are as deep as the ocean outside of this boat. The ones that seem to hold me captive whenever they’re aimed my way.
“I feel the same,” I tell him. “Which brings me to the one thing I want to say before I agree to us getting back together.”
Logan snorts and tugs me infinitesimally closer. “We are already back together.”
I swat his arm again. “I’m serious.”
He grins at me but doesn’t say anything else, instead just listening.
“Someday, I might get sick again,” I tell him.
