Page 54 of That Last Secret
She offers me a soft smile.
What I would give to press my lips to hers.
She reaches across the counter between us and takes the drink from my hands. “Thank you,” she says before taking a sip. “Peppermint mocha?”
I nod.
“How did you… this is my favorite drink.”
I nod again. “Yeah, I remember you getting it.”
I remember every fucking thing about her it seems.
Emiline’s smile grows and something in me flutters to life. Seeing her smile and being the reason she smiles, sparks a fireinside of me, making me want to be the reason she does more and more.
“Thank you, Logan,” she says. “This means a lot.”
“Don’t mention it,” I reply, smiling down at her because I can’t help it. “Have a good rest of your night.”
And with that I turn to leave.
Because this feeling racing in my chest for her is dangerous.
Thomas would kill me if he ever found out.
August
I findmyself standing in front of the full-length mirror of the guest room at Thomas’ beach house, adjusting the hem of my dress for the hundredth time. My heart is beating so fast in my chest, and I can’t seem to calm my nerves.
The light blue fabric sits mid-thigh, and the thin strap leaves my shoulders exposed.
It’s hot here on the shore.
But that’s not why I chose this dress for tonight.
I release a sigh as I continue to stare at myself, running my hands through my hair. Reluctantly, I decided to keep it down and straight. The humidity is only going to cause it to frizz.
Tonight, we’re going out for a conjoined bachelor and bachelorette party for Thomas and Peyton to celebrate the love they’ve found for each other before the big day next month.
Yet, I can’t get my brain to focus on anything other than Logan being here too.
It’s been a few weeks since he showed up at my work to bring someone in for a cardiac arrest, only to leave and come back an hour later with my favorite latte in hand.
Him remembering my order altered my brain chemistry that day.
Not to be dramatic or anything.
But something so small, means a lot to an overthinker like me who has always felt like he couldn’t stand me.
Things are shifting between us though.
“Em, you ready?” Avery shouts from the hallway, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah, just a second,” I reply, giving myself one last look in the mirror before grabbing my purse.
When I open the door, I find Avery standing against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. A smile spreads across her face as she takes in my outfit.
“Leaving little to the imagination I see.” She winks.