Page 60 of Accepting Fate
Before getting up, I tell him, “Hey, buddy. If I’m lucky, there will be a very pretty girl coming around soon. If you're an asshole to her, you can say goodbye to your treats.”
As if he can understand what I’m saying, he snuggles further into my hands and purrs louder.
Yeah, I’ll believe it when I see it.
Thinking back on the past week, I’m happy the time apart is finally fucking over. It took every ounce of strength in my body to not go over there every day and demand her to talk to me.
She kept up her promise to check in and throughout the week, I could see her walls slowly start to lower. She was pissed and she has every right to be, but I knew she would come around.
I had to distract myself all week. Of course, when I needed to be busy, I wasn’t. I took advantage of the breaks in the weather and rode my bike up to The Sound. No matter how many times I drive up there, I am always amazed at how stunning it is. But unfortunately, it proved to be useless since all my thoughts were consumed by Logan. My mind kept wandering to what Logan would look like taking in the sights.
Eventually, I just gave up and my pathetic moping around turned to annoyance.
I didn’t expect to have to bolt out of my house like my ass was on fire at one AM. Logan scared the shit out of me so bad, I thought my fucking heart was going to explode when I heard her fall.
She tried to act like nothing was wrong, but I could tell she was terrified. I suspected she had some type of panic disorder with how she reacted to the ‘princess’ comment but I wasn’t sure. Last night confirmed my suspicions. It killed me that I wasn’t next to her but if this is a normal occurrence, which I hope it isn’t, then I will be there for the next one.
Whatever my girl needs, she will get.
When I got home last night, all I wanted to do was get back in the truck and finish what we started.
Logan can’t do much without me catching on but her kissing me last night surprised the fuck out of me. I was trying to take things slow, but she threw that shit straight out the window.
My dick is hard just thinking about that damn kiss. Her soft lips on mine. The way her body pressed up against me. The curves of her body fit perfectly against mine. How she opened up and let me explore her mouth. And that fucking moan she let out. It took every ounce of restraint I had not to throw her in my truck and fuck the shit out of her.
I know she probably thought I was being dramatic following her home, but she looked like she was going to fall asleep standing up. I was right because I wasn’t home for more than ten minutes when she texted me goodnight.
Snapping out of my replay of the past week, I peel Oliver off my chest, setting him next to me on the bed. I need to get my ass up and go open the shop.
I stand and grab my phone off my nightstand. Tapping on the screen I see a text from my dad telling me that he and mom are going to Portland for the weekend.
After typing out a quick reply, I check to see if Logan texted.
Nothing.
I didn’t expect her to be up yet. If I don’t hear from her by the time I’m done at the shop, I’ll run by the diner and pick us up some breakfast.
Before leaving the house, I debate whether I should take the bike. The weather is supposed to be nice today and Logan seemed excited about the idea of going on a hike.
The minute I walk into the garage my mind is made up. I haven’t ridden my bike in a few days. Logan is just going to have to get over her “no motorcycles” mentality.
Grabbing my all-black backpack off the hook on the wall, I pick up my brown hiking boots from the floor and set them both on the wooden work table.
I check the bag to make sure everything is in there and doesn’t need to be replaced. I keep a first aid kit, bug spray, and a spare long-sleeve shirt in my bag at all times. I usually don’t bring my bag unless I’m going on long rides. But now that Logan will be with me, I’m not taking any chance of being unprepared.
Shoving my boots in, along with anything else we might need, I grab my helmet and the spare I keep around for Mom. As I reverse out of the driveway and head to the shop, I wonder if a ride would clear Logan’s mind as much as it clears mine. I bet it would, so I really fucking hope she trusts me enough to let me take her.
Walking out the doors of The Needle, I check my phone. Still nothing from Logan.
Damn. She must have really been tired.
I head around the corner to the diner to get breakfast. If she isn’t up by the time I get back to my bike, I’ll call her, so she doesn’t freak out when I knock on the door.
The diner has been here longer than I have been alive. It kept the same sixty’s theme even after the owners passed and left it to their kids. The red leather booths and black and white checkered floors, mixed with the giant jukebox playing the same five songs, make the place special in a small town. It helps that the owners passed on their kickass cooking skills to their kids.
It doesn’t take long to get two breakfast burritos. The streets of Cliff Haven are still quiet this time of day. Most people besides the business owners don’t venture out until lunchtime.
As I walk back to my bike, I zip up the burritos in my backpack and call Logan.