Autumn
We rode on the Harley. Not really going too fast. Though I liked the exhilaration of the speed, this pace was nice too. Mainly because I spent most of it sneaking kisses on Logan's neck. I could tell I was getting to him every time he readjusted himself on the bike.
It was chilly tonight but I didn't care. The leather jacket that Logan brought home for me a couple of weeks back was perfect for tonight. The wine-colored strappy blouse I had on underneath wasn't doing much as far as keeping me warm, but it will be so worth watching Logan's eyes light up when I show it off. Before him, I was never much for "macho men" I'd always compared them to cavemen or saw them as controlling assholes. But with Logan, truth be told, I really liked getting him riled up. It usually ended with my f
