Page 83 of Until Him

God, that’s not a friendly kiss. Not in the least, but I let him do it anyway.

I have a stupid thing called hope burning eternally inside of me, despite my years of effort to try and snuff it.

“Ready?”

I can only nod as he slips his fingers through mine. And for the first time today, I feel like I’m home.

thirteen

THEO

Logan walksme to his car through the busy parking lot, his hand in mine. A few stares are garnered from this, but Logan doesn’t seem bothered. I mess with my hood, tempted to pull it over my head, but Logan shoots me a murderous stare.

“Don’t you fucking think about it.”

I feel my cheeks heat but do as he says, and when we arrive at his car, he helps me inside. He even bends over and buckles me in.

And I let him.

It feels nice to be cared for by someone, when for so long, I’ve been on my own. I’m too weak to fight him; I am just so fucking tired.

When the car rumbles underneath me and he pulls out of campus, I let myself indulge, just this once. I reach out, pluck his hand from the gearshift and thread my fingers through his.

He bites down on his bottom lip as he glances at our entwined fingers and squeezes them lightly.

“Where are we going?” I ask, my heart thunderous in my chest.

“It’s a surprise.”

I nod and run my thumb across the back of his hand. “I hate surprises.”

“Why?” he asks, looking so fucking sincere.

“I’ve been surprised one too many times in my life, and the outcome has never been good.”

Logan groans a little, sympathy in his eyes. “Well, then, let this be your first good surprise, Theo. I promise you’ll love it.”

I nod, my leg bouncing nervously as we move through traffic.

“You won’t just give me a hint?” I ask after a few moments of silence.

“I want you to have a surprise in your life that’s good, even if it’s small.”

I huff and he squeezes my hand again and I just let him hold onto it, his thumb rubbing circles on my skin.

After another moment, he pulls into a dirt parking lot and turns the car off.

“Ready?”

“Going to tell me where we’re going?”

“The Swing.”

“I think I’ve heard of it,” I say as he gets out of the car and opens my door. He extends his hand again and I latch onto it, still feeling incredibly fragile from earlier and just wanting to be held.

I’ll let things go back to normal tomorrow.

Maybe.

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