Page 42 of Because of Logan

“Hmm, the first sip is always the best.”

I look at my sister. Her beautiful hair is messy and loose around her shoulders, and like always, she’s wearing a purple sleep shirt and panties. River hates pants. She drinks her coffee and waits for me.

“It was such a perfect day.”

“Yeah? You look happy.”

“I am, I really am. He's sweet and funny and he surprised me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don't know. I guess I expected him to be like Blake or Jon. My previous experiences with guys don't really give me the warm fuzzies, you know?”

“Yep, I was there. I know. Where did you go?”

“First, we went to an amusement park, and get this, they have Go Karts!”

“Oh, no. Please tell me you didn’t beat him and then gloat about it.”

“I sure did.”

“And what did he do?”

“Nothing, he just laughed.”

“He didn’t get mad or annoyed?”

“No, not at all. One can tell a lot about a person by the way they handle competition and losing a game or a bet. You know how I get with Go Karts, and I decided that if I beat him and he got mad about it, then that would be it, right? I’d endure the day, be polite, and be done at the end. But he didn’t get mad or annoyed. He got a big kick out it, actually.”

“Yeah, I remember how pissed Blake would get if you beat him on the Xbox. He’d stop talking to you for days.”

“I know. I made so many excuses for his behavior. But I’m not seventeen anymore. I’ve learned my lesson. No second chances for assholes. That’s my new motto.”

“I’ll toast to that.”

She touches my mug with hers.

“What else?”

“Then we had lunch at a taco truck and went back to the park, where I beat him two more times, just to be sure, and all he did was laugh.”

“He seems like a nice guy. I have a good feeling about him. He’s nothing like Asshole Jon.”

“No, he’s not.”

“Did he kiss you?”

“Yes. Well... technically, I kissed him.”

A giggle escapes my lips.

“Shut up!”

“I did. I don’t know what came over me, River. But one moment, I’m just standing there looking at those blue eyes, and the next, I have my mouth on his.”

River high-fives me.

“One to ten?”

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