MARLIYA'S POV
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I can't stop smiling as I drive in my G-Wagon, my fingers drumming against the steering wheel with the beat of the music. I speed through the lunch traffic, my one hand resting against my chest as I twirl the spade charm in between my fingers. I never thought that Logan Lombardi knew my birthday. I never thought that he would even buy me a gift, but my eighteenth birthday was one big surprise, the once cold stare he gave me vanished and was replaced with love.
The sun bakes my arm through the window, a piece of my thigh too and with the cool air blasting against my skin, I can't help but feel aroused at the thought of Logan and I spending the entire afternoon together. Before I left the house, only then did I see the message he had sent me. I
Logan: I'll see you this
