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When I reach the playground, Liam waves from the top of the slide until he notices my hair and his face scrunches.
Don’t say a word. It’s not his fault.
“Not a fan of my short hair, Booger?” I ask with a smile.
He shakes his head before going back to his playing, and I have to laugh.Figures.
“What about you, Dani?”
When I look her way, she’s staring at me with an open mouth, her eyes shining with desire. No matter what answer she gives, I know she likes what she sees.
When she doesn’t respond right away, I wave to get her attention, and her eyes flash to mine as she bites her lip before releasing it and smiling. “It suits you.”
“That’s lucky, considering I didn’t really have a choice in the matter.”
Dani cringes, hiding her giggle behind her hand, and I can’t help but laugh. I’m sure I’ll get used to it, and if it makes Dani look at me like that, then I’m not complaining.
When we’re on our way home after spending another hour at the playground, I catch Liam’s eyes in the rearview mirror and smile. But when he scratches his head as though his thoughts are bothering him, I can’t stop my frown.
“You okay there, little buddy?”
“Do you love Aunty Dani?” he asks like it’s the simplest question in the world. And maybe it is, because the second the words leave his mouth an answer pops into my head.
“Do you?” I counter, not wanting to reveal my feelings to a five-year-old.
“She’s my favorite person.”Ouch. But also, same, kid, same.
“That’s a nice thing to say. What makes her your favorite?”
I run some possible responses through my mind, like she buys him treats or plays the games he loves, but I’m shocked when he says, “She listens to me and remembers what I said.”
I freeze at his response.Do I not do that?I thought I did, but I guess sometimes I’m distracted talking to Mom. But doesn’t Mom listen?
“That’s nice of her, isn’t it?”
Liam’s smile lights up his face and he nods. “The best.”
I make a note to talk to Mom and Dani about what that could mean as Liam asks me to put on his favorite song. But the more I think about it, the more I kind of understand. Because she does listen, and she has this way of showing you that you have her full attention, that you always will, and it makes you feel better about yourself and the situation. She’s pretty fucking amazing. I just wish she’d look past the guy she thinks I am and see that despite all my reasons not to, I’m one hundred percent falling for her.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Dani
Loganwithlonghairis hot, Logan with short hair…holy shit. The thought of him cutting his hair off never crossed my mind; it was a part of him, what made him Logan. When Liam cut so much off, I felt sick. I’d suggested it, it was partly my fault, and yet, apparently, he can pull off any damn look because as I said…holy shit.
When he walked toward us at the playground, it took everything in my power not to jog over and run my fingers through the freshly cut strands, to glide them down his face, to cup his jaw. Although it’s safe to say I was thinking about most of that even before he had his hair cut. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him since he walked me to my car last night.
I was positive I knew where we both stood in this relationship. Logan wanted some fun, and I…well, I continuously tried to pretend I wanted the same. That I was just happy to finally be back out there, to step out of my comfort zone, to take a chance. But I’m absolutely kidding myself.
Every time he looks at me my heart races; every time he touches me, he sets me on fire.
I just don’t know what to do with that information. And I need to find out.
We agreed to meet at the movie theater at seven for our date, and while I may have been shocked when Logan first called it that, the more I think about it, the more I want it to be one. Even if nothing comes of it, I want the extra time with Logan. To experience a date with him. Or anyone. Eric and I went out, sure, but I wouldn’t say we ever had a date.
Right now, I have butterflies in my stomach and I’m feeling a little giddy. Surely that means the date’s off to a good start, because isn’t anticipation key?
When I arrive, Logan’s already waiting for me by the building's entry. He’s the picture of calm, casually leaning his shoulder against the brick wall, his phone in hand, while I’m a ball of nerves.
