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Maybe it’s just perspective. All my worries suddenly feel so small. At this moment, I can’t even remember the name of the jerk who broke up with me last week.
We reach the school field and Logan’s face breaks into a broad smile. “I wonder if our names are still written on the bleachers?” he says, picking up his pace to a light jog.
I have to run to keep up with him; a tricky feat in four-inch heels on grass.
He searches under the bleachers, tracing the back of them with his fingertips while I pant to catch my breath and inspect the mud stains at the bottom of my gown.
“Do you even remember where you did it?” I ask, looking around now. There are loads of faded messages written in different kinds of ink. Logan makes a noise of triumph and taps something. I move closer to take a look.
I see it. Etched deep into the metal. “Logan and Josie forever.”
I touch the carving and a flood of emotion courses through my veins. It prickles my eyes and threatens to leak out of my eyes.
“It’s still here,” I whisper.
Logan takes my hand and places it over his chest.
“And you’re still here,” he says, his voice low.
My hand tingles and I can feel the steady thump-thump of his heartbeat against my palm.
“Logan… I—”
Logan wraps me up in a full body hug. His hips bump mine and I’m pressed up to his delightfully hard chest.
I’m weak as he strokes the back of my head, and his hot breath tickles my ears as he whispers to me.
“Your eyes pierce my soul. I can’t hide it from you anymore. I miss you. I love you. I never stopped.”
“Logan, I can’t…” I whisper back, but I struggle to finish the sentence, completely overwhelmed by the wash of his familiar scent. Memories of every second we held hands flood my mind. All the times he stole a kiss between classes. The touch of his big hands on my body. His breath giving me goosebumps on my neck.
Everything comes rushing back like a tsunami and my heart squeezes so tight I swear it’s stopped altogether.
“I have no right to even ask, after what I put you through,” he whispers. His hands graze my back, sending a rush of tingles down my spine. “And if you tell me you feel nothing, I’ll stop.”
He presses his lips to the sensitive part of my neck and I automatically roll my head back. A moan rips out of me like a demon. When he plants a light kiss on my collarbone, I am light. Lighter than light. It’s as though I’ve been weighed down all these years with grief and Logan is kissing me better.
The years melt away and my knees buckle, but Logan keeps a strong grip on my waist, and I stay in place.
I can’t tell him I feel nothing. How can I? For the first time in years, I feel everything.
“Logan!” I gasp. He rips his mouth from my skin and lifts his head to meet my eyes. I’ve suddenly gone mute. I’m frozen to the spot and unable to scramble words together. But the look on my face must be worth a thousand words because Logan seems to read me. His mouth lifts into a grin and he leans in.
My body melts into his as he kisses me. I can’t work out where Logan’s body ends and mine begins. We lose ourselves in the moment of heated passion.
Sparks fly as we turn on the spot, a new form of dance. His hands roam me, squeezing. His kisses are like the tide of the ocean; rolling in and deep, then drawing back a little to let me breathe. He kisses my cheeks, my temples, my neck. I run my hands through his hair and kiss him back. Greedy for more.
Every brazen touch sets a fire ablaze in me until my skin is on fire. Here we are, like a couple of teenagers, making out behind the bleachers once again.
This time it doesn’t feel wrong. Not even a bit.
Logan tugs my dress down and kisses my bare shoulder. I am aching with need. I need to be closer to him. Need to have his skin touching mine.
His fingertips have just found the zipper of my dress when a camera flash stops us in our tracks. We immediately lurch apart and blink around, looking for the source of the flash.
My eyes land on Shelly Bones. Her eyes glint in the moonlight and she grins at us.
“Sorry,” she says. But judging by the lack of sincerity in her tone, she’s not sorry at all. She’s holding an oversized camera, and she winks at us. “I couldn’t resist. This news is going to be bigger than Emma’s fake wedding! You’ll see!”
