Luke Logan

Chapter 9

It is Sunday morning, I slept like a baby. I Don’t remember the last time I slept so peacefully. 

I need to shower, fetch my car and figure out what to do with myself for the day. 

Shower done. Now to call dad to come help with the car. 

“Hi ma, is dad around? “

“Hi sweetheart. We were worried sick about you. We’ve been trying to get hold of you all morning.” Mom said with a worried tone

“Why” I asked 

“Honey, we didn’t know whether or not you got home safely. You didn’t call last night. We left countless messages for you.” 

“Sorry ma, haven’t checked my messages yet. I was too exhausted last night, I  passed out as soon as I got home.” I said feeling guilty for making them worry

“Ben called, he wanted to know when he’d be seeing you again.  I told him that you’d be joining us again later today and invited him over” and with those words, all my guilt evaporated into thin air.

“And why did you do that ma? You didn’t even check with me.” I said to her, not even trying to hide the annoyance in my voice.

“I knew you wouldn’t have plans because you don’t have your car.” She said, as if that would be enough to excuse her meddling

“That’s not the point ma. I can’t make it, I have other plans. I told you I have stuff to do for work.” I spat

“I just don’t want you to wake someday, all alone with nothing but your laptop to keep you warm. You are turning 30 soon. You need to start thinking about settling down. You won’t…” 

“Can I please talk to dad? “ I said cutting her off . I was not in the mood for one of her lectures.

“Fine, I’ll go get him” she replied, rather despondent

As I held on for dad, the gate buzzer rang. I wonder who that could.be, I never have anyone over. 

“Hello”

“ Hi... it’s Logan”  said the voice over the intercom

Logan, what’s he doing here?  I’m still wearing a towel, hair all wet... 

“ I was in the neighbourhood and thought I could help with your car situation.”  He continued to say

I didn’t know what to say.  

Before  knew it, I’d said I’d be down in a few minutes. 

“Lexi, are you there?” I heard I voice say at the other end of the line.

I forgot I was holding for dad. 

Hey dad, let me call you back a bit later. A friend just came over. Love you  

 What’s he doing here? 

What am I going to wear? 

I can’t handle so much stress so early in the morning. Does he know how much effort it takes to tame this hair? 

I was frantic. In a panic

Come on Lex, calm down. What are we wearing? 

A dress maybe? No, maybe jeans? 

Grrrrr how does he manage to get me so frazzled. 

It is a beautiful day out. Faded blue Jeans, black top and strappy sandals will do. 

Guess it’s the wet hair pony tail look today. 

I can’t believe I’m actually excited to see him 

He’s waiting in the basement, in my parking spot. How does this man manage to look this good every single day? 

It is as if everything he puts on his body was custom made for him.  

He’s wearing a pair of faded blue jeans, that cupped his butt and gave hints of all the sexiness that was under that denim. With an easy grey t-shirt all of which looked perfect for a relaxing day out and about. 

He’s on the phone , but still manages to open the door for me. 

“Ok, see you in a few” he says as he wraps up his phone call. 

“Good morning.” He says with a smile. 

“Hey”, I replied. 

Thanks for the ride, but you really didn’t have to.” 

“It’s nothing I was in the neighbourhood. Besides,  how else were you going to get around today?” he asked looking at me.

I zoned out again, All i could do was stare at his cherry lips as he spoke. They look so soft, and tasty.  Inviting me to take a taste with each word he spoke. It was almost as though they were daring me to capture them in mine.

“He’s waiting for us” was all I heard 

“Ha? Who?” I asked while recovering from my mental paralysis

“My friend Benji.” 

“ha?”  I asked again

“For your” he said with a smile on his face, clearly trying to stop himself from chuckling at the moron sitting next to him and unable to speak in complete sentences.

I should really start paying attention to what he says. I don’t even know what we’re talking about. I am just going along for the ride.  

We get to my car, and there’s a tow truck already waiting. He asks for my keys and walks to the tow truck driver. 

They have a few words and he hands him my keys. 

He jumps back in the car. 

“have you had anything to  eat yet?” 

“Nothing yet, seeing that someone was at my gate at 10 am this morning.” I said jokingly. He looked at me and flashed me a smile. 

“ Great, I know a good place a few miles from here” 

He started his car and we started to drive off. 

“What about my car?” I asked?

He just looked at me and signed. 

“Where I come from, people don’t just hand over other people’s car and keys to strangers.” I retorted

“Honestly, you are exhausting” he sighed

“Your car is in safe hands” he said

We drove off. 

We drove in a comfortable silence for what seemed like an eternity. 

Being there with him …  in his car … enveloped by his scent … it all felt right.

We pulled up  to a cozy diner in the middle of nowhere. Surrounded by big green trees.  A nice little place, very rustic, inviting with a homey look to it. One with nature. It had the look and feel of a giant log cabin, like something from a classic lumber jack movie.

He opened my door and helped me out of the car. He took my hand and led me into the diner. He chose a table outside. 

We sat across from each other. 

The waitress came over to hand us our menus. Her name was Becky, I know this because of the name tag on her chest. Her chest which she seemed to believed belonged in his face. She kept bending over next to him, touching his arm, she was paying way too much attention to him. She was all giggles, leaning in to hand him his menu, flicking her hair. She was shamelessly flirting with him, right in front of me. It was as if I was invisible, I felt invisible.

I don’t really blame her, he really is an Adonis. Everything about him pulls you in and makes you want to give yourself up to him. From his ivory black hair that is perfectly messy. His thick, full and shapely eyebrows, those soulful yet mysterious green eyes that make you feel like you’re the only thing that exists in his world and those plump and inviting cherry lips. Yes those lips, they seemed to be taunting me. I couldn’t keep y eyes off of them.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” She asks him, again totally ignoring me.

“Whatever beer you have on tap please” He replied 

“Anything for you Lexi?” He asks, which finally draws Becky’s attention to me. 

Are there any dry white wines that I can have by the glass that you can recommend? I asked the cow. 

‘No, nothing fancy, just house dry white” she replied with a snippy tone. 

‘then a glass of your dry white house wine please’ I replied 

 She brushes against his arm as she walks off. The nerve of that cow, I can’t help but fume. How dare she! For all she knows I could be his girlfriend. She is so disrespectful.

“So what’s good here?” I asked him , in a feeble attempt to quell my anger.

“The burgers are out of this world. “ he replied. 

I’ll trust your taste buds and will have whatever you’ll be having. I said

“you won’t regret it” he said with a big childlike smile on his face, as if my words had somehow made his day brighter.

The cow made its way back to our table with our drinks.  Still throwing herself at him. He ordered us cheeseburgers, medium with extra seasoning on the fries.

We made small talk as we waited for our food. 

I ordered another glass of wine. I needed it. I needed to keep me cool and calm. Sitting across from this man with his ruffled hair, kiss me now lips and eyes that seem to be daring me to pull him into me and feast on him.

The more time I spend with him, the hotter I get. Just listening to The sound of his voice made me feel  like it was caressing my skin, giving me goosebumps and making my lady bits pulsate. 

I can’t even tell if he feels the same way. I’ve been out of the game for far too long.  

The food arrived and it was a welcomed distraction from all the sexiness that sat across the table from me. It was a much needed break from my animalistic need to claim and mark him as mine so that little Miss Becky can get back in her lane and stay away from him.

“How’s your burger? He asked 

I was so distracted I hadn’t noticed that he had actually started eating.

I picked up my burger and took a bite.

He was right, it as amazing. It was the tastiest thing I had ever put in my mouth.

You were right, this is possibly the best burger I have ever had.  I said, finally replying to his question.

I mst have been distracted by the delicious burger, because I had not noticed when the cow came back, and she was still completely ignoring me.  

If she keeps this up, she’s going to meet my dark side. 

She could at least try be subtle about her motives. 

For all she knows we’re on a date. I could totally be with him. 

Sure I’m a bit chubby, but I can definitely get him. 

I happen to think we’d make a phenomenal couple. 

 Another  glass of wine. I said to the cow. This time, my tone not so friendly. 

His phone rings. All I hear are a few ahas, yeahs and something about it being perfect. 

“your car will be ready in about 2 hours.”  He says

“Thanks, I’m feeling a bit light headed, can we take a walk?” Said drunken me. 

“Sure” he replied

He waived to the cow to bring the bill. 

She brought it over. I speedily grabbed it and offered to pay. 

He was not happy. 

Please let me do this it’s the least I can do. You’ve been my knight and saviour  this whole weekend. The least I can do is treat you to a burger and some drinks. Besides, I bet my share of the bill is higher. I said trying to lighten the mood and to try cheer him up.

He was not happy.  

“No. I brought you here. This is my treat.” He said with a disapproving look on his face. 

I held on to the bill. As I reached for a pen in my bag he tried to snatch the bill away. But I was faster and kept  it out of his reach. I would not let him pay, this was the least I could do.  

He got up, walked over to the blonde cow and handed her his card.  

I couldn’t believe he’d done that.  

He stood by the door, with his hands on his waist, looking at me. He was waiting for me. That did not look like a happy man, but he sure as hell looked sexier and hotter than ever. 

All I wanted at that moment was for him to take all that dissatisfaction out on my lips. Teach me a lesson my lips can only ever pray for. 

None the less, I cross my legs, slowly sipping on my glass of wine. He needed to be taught a lesson. I carried on taking my sweet time, I even called my parents just to keep stalling and wasting time. If his royal sexiness thinks he can summon me by looking smoulderingly sexy, he has another thing coming. I don’t have nearly enough wine in my body to give up my independent and defiant ways. 

“Hey honey, was waiting for your call.” My mom’s voice said on the other end of the line

“You were?” I asked confused 

“Yes, I told you Ben would be stopping by.” She replied

I Listened to mom go on and on about how awesome Blarry is and how perfect a couple we’d make. All of this, while I was drinking in the tall, masculine epitome of manhood staring angrily at me from across the room. I want that man. I must have that man.  

Watching him gradually stew from annoyed to boarder line fuming really is making this call to my mom worthwhile. 

He finally makes his way to our table, looks me in the eye, grabs my hand and says, “time to go.” 

I couldn’t help it, all I could do was succumb to the hazel green pool. 

The look on the cow’s face was priceless. I blessed her with my biggest smile and a wink, her jaw dropped to the floor as she watched us walking hand in hand and stomping through the diner. I was just happy to be touching him in some or other form. 

We don’t head for the car, we walk down a secluded path, marching along to the sound of what I presume to be a babbling brook. 

He was walking too fast, and making me feel like my head was spinning. 

I pull my hand free  and plop myself under a willow tree. I take off my shoes and slowly ease my feet into the stream and sway them back and forth. 

The cool water brings me some much needed relief. 

It was like a semi frozen wake up call. 

For a few seconds I forgot where I was and with whom .  

He came and lay next to me. 

Thankfully he lay there in silence.  

Clear blue skies, Laying on soft grass, pulled into heaven by his masculine scent all swaying in harmony to the sound of the running stream. 

I could have stayed there forever. Damn near as close to heaven as I’ve ever come.  

“You truly are exhausting” he whispered. 

“I know.” I whispered back. 

I wish he would hold my hand.  

I wish he’d pull me in closer, let me wrap my arms around him. 

Have him wrap his arms around me.  

I wish he I could put my head on his chest so that I could hear his heart profess it’s true feeling for me with its every beat. 

My total bliss was suddenly shattered by his boring and generic ringtone. 

We lay there for a few more until he said; 

“your car’s ready” 

Ok. I replied sadly. 

He took my hand and helped me up.  I swiftly let go of his hand, because I can't take this anymore. It's taking every fibre of my drunkenness self to keep me from jumping his bones right here, right now. 

4 actionless years are not child’s play.  He seemed disappointed 

All that pent up energy, longing and yearning for a man's touch. Convincing myself that I was celibate and waiting for my soul mate. Convincing myself that I'm staying pure while waiting for my future husband.  Calling on high school celibacy pledges of no s*x until marriage. Convincing myself that I could do it. That it was all worth it. All of that was starting to tumble down with each minute I spent in Logan’s presence

I won't lie, I believed it. Lord knows I've dated my fair share of frogs over the last couple of years. That's what made it easy for me to sell that to myself. 

Right now, I don't know whether he really is just that alluring or that the burger joint should be famous for more than just their burgers. 

What was driving me ballistic was my inability to read him. 

Does he feel the same way? Am I just drunk? 

 We're in the car, I can't even bear to look at him. If I do, I can't be held responsible for my actions.  I sit on my hands and stare out the window.

We drive up to a VW dealership, he honks his horn and they open up  for us. 

on a Sunday? Now I have no doubts that I've had way too much to drink. 

 out drives a rather scrawny elderly man in my car.  

How did he get this right?  

He makes his way back to me. Gets in the car and we drive off. 

What about my car? I just had to ask. 

"It'll be safe. They'll drop it off for you tomorrow morning at Activate." 

I didn't argue, I was hoping he'd offer to drop me off at work tomorrow. 

He drove me home. I opened the garage for us. 

he opened my door, I made sure my hands were in my pockets as I hopped out. Doing my best to avoid any incidents of me jumping his bones. We walked in silence to the elevator. 

He pressed the number 5 for the 5th floor. He walked me to my door, still in silence. 

We stood there, not saying a word.  

He looked at me and said good night. 

He asked that I unlock my door and go in. said He can't leave until he's sure I’m home safely. 

I unlocked my door, but couldn’t seem to bring myself to go in. 

I didn't want the day to end, but I can't stand being around him anymore and not reach out and grab him. I want to smell … him taste him …  feel him. I want him.

I pull him in, hug him tightly, and linger for a lot longer than a thankful stranger would, as I whisper the words thank you in his ear. 

He isn't exactly letting me go or pushing me away either.

Being in his arms feels so right. I feel at home. I feel like that is where a belong.

I can't do this. 

 I can't help it. I'm ceasing this moment, throwing caution to the wind. I'll deal with whatever repercussions arise when they arise. 

 I gently break the hug, an kiss him on his neck. 

I can't seem to stop myself. I planted another one on his cheek. 

I have to taste his cherry lips. I pull him in and kiss his lips. I can’t help but run my tongue on his lower lip, begging for him to let me in, to let my tongue fully explore his mouth, and he does, he let’s me in and starts kissing me back.

Oh my God, his lips, they taste better than I could have ever imagined. 

Lower lip, upper lip. Never in my life have I ever felt like this. Running my hands through his hair. Upper lip, lower lip,  Crazed by his tongue, it seems to be pulling me in deeper. Challenging mine. His mouth inviting me to play. He deepens the kiss. MORE MORE MORE!  Goodness I want more… No I need more!

He abruptly breaks what can only be described as the best kiss I’ve ever experienced. He breathlessly pushes my door wider, says good night and walks away. He doesn't even look me in the eye. 

What the hell just happened? 

What the hell just happened? 

WTF just happened?

Is the question I keep asking myself as I watch him practically jog away.

Does he not feel the same way? 

What just happened? 

I was sure he kissed me back. 

What just happened? ?

WHAT DID I JUST DO? 

Is he mad? 

How does he feel? 

Was it me? 

I am repulsive? 

What's going on here. 

What did I do? ????

How does one of the best days I've had in years end with me in tears? I ask myself as I lay in bed crying into my pillow.