“She loves you and wants you to be happy. I think she'll agree.”
I think it’s a bad idea, but I don’t have a better one. “Okay. Set it up.”
“Yeah?”
“If you can get your mother and my mother to agree to sit at the same table, I'll be there.”
“I'll make the calls tomorrow.”
“Logan.”
“Yeah?”
“If this goes wrong, I'm blaming you.”
He lets out a breathy laugh. “Fair enough.”
He pulls me up from the barstool to stand between his legs. “Enough about our families. Do you know how much I’ve missed you?”
“I’ve missed you too. So much,” I say as his hands move to my hips.
He pulls me closer and kisses me. His mouth is hot and demanding. His fingers dig into my hips, and I grab the front of his t-shirt and kiss him back with a week's worth of missing him behind it.
“You know what the only good thing about fighting is?” he murmurs against my mouth.
“What?”
“The makeup sex.”
“We didn't fight. We merely disagreed,” I say.
“Close enough.” He stands up from the stool and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist. “Bedroom. Now.”
“Yes, sir.”
He carries me down the hallway, kicks his bedroom door open with his foot, and drops me onto the bed. He pulls his t-shirt over his head and climbs over me, and then his mouth finds the spot below my ear.
“A whole week without you,” he says against my skin. “That's never happening again.”
“Agreed.”
“I'm serious, Jasmine. If you ever try to push me away again, I'm showing up at your apartment with a sleeping bag, and I'm not leaving.”
I can’t help but smile, picturing it. “That’s dramatic.”
“I'm a dramatic man.”
“You're the least dramatic person I've ever met.”
“You bring it out of me.” He pulls my sweater over my head, and his eyes move over my body. “God, I missed you.”
He lowers his mouth to my collarbone, and I close my eyes and thread my fingers through his hair and let the last week dissolve under his hands.
29
Logan
I wake up with Jasmine in my bed for the first time in a week. She's on her stomach with her face half buried in the pillow and her hair spread everywhere. I look at her and breathe, and the tight, panicked knot that's been living in my chest for seven days finally loosens.
