Chapter Eighteen
Danielle
“Reassuring.” I watch another minute tick by. I don’t want to be that asshole who’s late for her own sister’s rehearsal dinner. Though I’d rather be late for this than her actual wedding.
“I’ll drop you off and then just go. I’ll meet you at the restaurant with your clothes. What do you want to wear?”
“I brought a light blue dress with a floral pattern on it to wear tonight.”
“I’ll figure it out,” Logan tells me.
“I need underwear too.” I make a face. “If you can handle that. The strings on my bikini bottoms will stick out funny.”
Logan gives a casual shrug. “Just don’t wear underwear.”
“What if it’s a little breezy on the shore?”
“Then we’ll all get a free show.”
“Hey, I don’t give anything away for free.”
Logan laughs, and I shift in my seat, feeling anxious to get back to the hotel. I nervously scroll through social media, trying to pass the time as we drive back around the island and to the hotel. Logan pulls into the parking lot with six minutes to spare.
“Just come with me,” I tell him, unbuckling my seatbelt. “I’ll change after the rehearsal.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I’m here, and there are worse things than being a little messy. It’s not the actual wedding.”
Logan nods and parks the car. Then we get out and rush to the lobby. Everyone is there, and my phone rings right as I step in. It’s my mother, no doubt wondering where I am.
“We’re here!” I say, bringing my hand up in a wave. My mom whirls around, looking relieved…until she sees me.
“What the hell happened to you?” she exclaims. Her hair is all done up, and her makeup has no doubt been professionally applied.
“We went hiking.” I smile. “And saw waterfalls and jumped off a cliff. Well, not really a cliff. It wasn’t that steep. But it was incredible!”
“You’re dirty.”
I look down, having forgotten about the paw prints. “Shoot. Right. There was a dog.”
“Go change.”
“Don’t we have to get started?” I ask, looking up. It’s then I realize Diana’s not here yet. “Where’s Di?”
“At the salon. There was an issue with her hair, and if that’s any indication of how tomorrow’s going to go…Your poor sister was so upset and couldn’t stop crying. She missed her nail appointment, and they’re just now finishing up with her.” My mother’s lips form a thin line, and she shakes her head. I get it, I really do. Weddings are important. You put more time and money into one single day than you do to a bunch of days added up.
I want my own wedding to run smoothly. I want things to all go according to plan, and I want to look flawless. But I can’t help but think my sister is being dramatic. That when it’s all said and down, it should come down to how much she loves Peter and how they can’t wait to spend the rest of their lives together.
What you look like today isn’t going to matter ten years from now.
“I’ll be down in like ten minutes,” I tell my mom, and reach behind me for Logan’s hand. We practically run down the hall and into our hotel room. Logan uses the bathroom while I grab my dress, and then we switch to get dressed. I shut the bathroom door behind me and strip down, stepping into the shower before the water fully warms up. I wash away the sweat and mud, and then get out, toweling off in record time.
I get dressed, wrap my hair in a towel, and put on one swipe of shimmery eye shadow and mascara. Then I move around like a maniac to braid my wet hair, put on deodorant, and grab my lip gloss.
“You look beautiful,” Logan says when I emerge from the bathroom.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he laughs. “You don’t need to do yourself all up to look good, Danielle. I think you always look good.”
He’s told me that before, and he’s never been shy with the compliments. But there’s something different about them now, something that makes my stomach flutter and my pussy contract with want. Heat floods my veins.
“You look good too.”
“Oh, I know I do.” He flashes a cocky grin and holds out his hand. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.” I pick up my purse and go out the hotel room door, rushing hand in hand with Logan to the elevator. We get back into the lobby with a few minutes to spare as everyone waits for Diana. When she and Peter finally come down, everyone coos over her, telling her how pretty she is and how amazing her hair looks.
My sister is pretty, and I smile when I see her. “You look beautiful,” I say, walking over.
“Thanks.” Diana beams. Then she looks at my arm. “What is this?” Her eyes go wide, and at first, I think she’s being a concerned older sister. “This is going to stand out in the photos!” And then I realize she’s more concerned about how I’ll look standing up at the altar with her.
“It’s not that bad.” I look down at the red marks on my arm. “I won’t be so red tomorrow.”
“You’re going to have to cover it with makeup.”
Smearing makeup all over the wound is the last thing I want to do, but I smile and nod anyway, because that’s the kind of person I am. It’s Diana’s wedding. I should do all that I can to accommodate her…right?
Well, as long as it’s within reason. I’m not cutting my hair, but I can dust some powder over the scratches as long as they’ve scabbed over, which they will by the morning. With a huff, Diana goes over to her friends, leaving me feeling a little sad at the relationship we don’t have.
We’ve never really had one if I’m being honest with myself. Once Dad set his sights on getting me into Yale and following the path he laid out for me, Diana went on the defense and did everything she could to get attention, which usually got her into trouble. And then, along with being the “smart one,” I was the good girl too.
Logan comes up behind me, and his hand lands on the small of my back. My stomach does a weird flip-flop thing and my pulse quickens. I turn my head to look at his handsome face. His hair is windswept and messy but looks so damn good on him. He got tanner just from that time outside, which I’m totally not jealous about at all.
My mother calls for everyone to follow her, and we start walking through the hotel. There’s a wedding going on tonight on the beach where Diana and Peter’s ceremony will be held tomorrow, so the rehearsal is taking place on another part of the lawn right outside the resort.
Logan takes my hand in his. “Gotta uphold appearances, right?” he asks quietly.
“Right.” I give his hand a squeeze.
“Please tell me we’re eating first.”
“Sorry,” I reply. “Rehearsal first. I’m starving too. You’re not in the wedding party, so you don’t have to watch us walk down a fake aisle over and over.”
“So you’re saying I can get something to eat.”
“I am. And I’m also saying you could bring me something to snack on.”
He smiles and pulls his hand from mine. “I’ll be right back then.”
The wedding planner gets us lined up, going over a few things before we do our trial run. We’re paired up by height, and now I’m standing next to Peter’s brother.
“Hi,” I say. “I’m Danielle. Diana’s sister.”
“I thought so. You two look alike. I’m Mike.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Are you enjoying the island?”
I nod, looking past him to the outdoor bar where Logan went. “I am. A lot. You?”
“I’ve enjoyed it more in the past,” he laughs. “We brought our kids this time, and they’re still a little young to go out and explore.”
“How old are they?”
“Seven and five.”
“Oh wow, you must have your hands full.”
Mike nods. “At least the weather is nice, right? They’ve played on the beach all day today. I have sand in places I didn’t know could get sandy.”
I chuckle and wonder if Mike is a standup guy like he seems right now, or if he’s a dirtbag like Peter. It’s not fair to judge his whole family based on his shitty behavior. I’m nothing like the rest of my family, after all.
We practice walking down the aisle three times. My left arm sports the scratches, Diana reminds me all three times to keep my body angled so the “gross wounds” don’t show on anyone’s photos they might take and upload to social media before she has a chance to “request they edit them.”
I spot Logan after the third run and sneak out of the line up to go over to him.
“You are the best!” I tell him, grabbing a French fry and dipping it into ranch. He knows I prefer it to ketchup.
“And I got you a strawberry margarita.”
“You know me so well.” I pick up the drink, suck down a mouthful, and then go back to the line. We walk down the aisle and line up again. Diana wants to run through everything once more, and I rush back over to Logan, quickly eating a few more fries before picking up the margarita.
The wedding planner says only Diana and Peter need to take a practice run again and the rest of us can relax. I sit next to Logan and pull my phone from my purse as I eat a few more fries. I texted Grandpa early today but haven’t actually spoken to him.
“Hey, kiddo,” he answers. “Having fun?”
“I am, actually. How are things at home?”
“I’m hardly managing without you, which is what you wanted to hear, right?”
“Maybe just a little.”
“It’s quiet without you here. And there’s been a bottle of wine in the fridge since last night that’s still full.”
“Hey,” I say with a laugh. “I don’t like wine that much.” Logan hears and rolls his eyes at me. “I’m glad you’re doing all right without me. But the real question is how’s the bar? Did it fall into ruins without Logan there to manage things?”
Grandpa laughs, and his laugh turns into a cough. That’s been happening to him lately. “I went there last night. Busy as ever.”
“That’s good. I don’t know the last time Owen actually worked at work.”
Logan nods in agreement and picks up the margarita, taking a big drink.
“Enjoy the rest of your time in Hawaii.”
“I will, Grandpa.”
“And Ellie?”
“Yeah?”
“Stop worrying and follow your heart.” He ends the call after that, leaving me to think about his words. Logan and I share the rest of the margarita, and when he gets up to recycle the plastic cup, the bridesmaid that was talking to me this morning comes over.
“Hey!”
“Hi,” I say racking my brain for her name. Did she even give it to me? Shit. I don’t remember.
“I take it you two went to the Bamboo Forest?”
“We did.”
She smiles. “Sounds so romantic!”
I look at Logan. “Yeah. It was.”
“Ughhhh, I can only imagine. You guys are seriously couple goals.”
I’m glad we’re outside in fading light. My cheeks are getting red, though to anyone else, they’d probably assume I’m thinking all sorts of naughty thoughts about Logan, not dealing with guilt and regret over the lie.
“I mean, the way he looks at you. Girl, you are so damn lucky! I’d give anything to have someone look at me like that.”
I used to say that exact thing. I’d give anything to have someone look at me like that. And here we are…
“Time to go eat!” my sister calls. The bridesmaid whose name I can’t remember hurries back to the group of girls, and I wait for Logan. He wraps his arm around my shoulder, and I can’t tell if he’s being genuine or if he’s doing this for show right now.
We’re eating at an open-air restaurant, with tables in the sand near the ocean. I take off my shoes and squish my toes in the sand under the table. We’re seated at a table with a few other bridesmaids and groomsmen, and my parents are at a table right next to us. My father purposely takes a seat at the end of his table so he can talk to us, which was something I’ve been trying to avoid since I’m not the world’s best liar.
We’re all served red wine, and once we put in our order, I take Logan’s hand and get up, saying we’re going to walk along the water and take a few pictures. Diana, Peter, and another couple are down there, doing the same thing.
Logan takes my hand and we walk down to the water, going in ankle-deep. I get out my phone to take a few selfies.
“Want me to take a picture for you?” Diana asks, and I know it’s her way of saying sorry for overreacting earlier. She’s never been one to outright apologize.
“Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks.” I hand her my phone and step back to Logan’s side. He puts his arm around me, and we both smile.
“Do something cute,” Diana tells us. “Kiss or something.”
I look up at Logan, knowing that if we refuse to kiss, it’ll be a dead giveaway that we’re not really together. He knows it too, and I can see the what the hell do we do reflected in his eyes.
“Come on!” Diana giggles. “Kiss her already!”
Logan’s lips part and his eyes lock with mine. This isn’t the way our first kiss is supposed to happen—if it ever were to happen at all. It’s not supposed to be forced or done for a show.
It’s supposed to happen because I can’t stand to go another minute without feeling his lips against mine.
But then he reaches forward, gently tucking my hair behind my ear. He trails his fingers down my cheek and down to my chin, tipping my face up to his. His hand around my waist pulls me closer, and I twist, turning my body toward his.
And then he kisses me.
Chapter NineteenDanielleFireworks.All I see are fireworks.Waves crash against the shore, spraying our legs with water. A big one could sweep us out to sea, and I don’t think I’d notice.Because Logan Dawson is kissing me.The second his lips touched mine, I knew we weren’t acting anymore. Everything faded away, and right now, all I feel is him.His lips against mine.His arms around me.His hips brushing against mine.My heart is beating so fast I can feel my pulse throughout my entire body. Every nerve in my body tingles, and the heat that’s rushing through me threatens to burn me from the inside out.Logan slides his hand down my back, fingers resting right at the top of my ass. He moves his other hand from my chin to my hair, and my long locks tangle over his fingers. My lips part, welcoming his tongue into my mouth. Knees threatening to buckle, I reach up, needing to hold onto him for support.Once my arms are around him, Logan pulls me in even closer, smashing my breasts agai
Chapter TwentyLoganShe doesn’t have to tell me twice. I rush forward, water splashing around my ankles, and wrap her in a tight embrace. Her arms go around my shoulders, and it’s like our bodies were made to come together like this.The moment my lips touch hers, I know I’m a goner. Kissing her harder than I did before, I don’t know how we’re going to stop. I’ve wanted to kiss Danielle since the first time I saw her. I’ve thought about it many times.And this is better than anything I imagined.I widen my legs and pull her closer, bending her back a bit as we kiss. My tongue goes in her mouth, and she slips one hand under my shirt, raking her nails over the skin on my back. Desire floods my veins, and I want nothing more than to pick her up and carry her back to our room.“Hey, love birds!” someone shouts. “Time to eat!”We should stop. Take a pause and come back to this. I’m still holding Danielle’s phone and my grip is slipping. It’s about to drop into the ocean, but I can’t move
Chapter Twenty-OneDanielleEverything hums inside of me. Every nerve in my body. Every inch of flesh. I’m straddling Logan, feeling his cock harden against me. I rock my hips, and just the fabric of his pants rubbing against me sends a jolt through me.My face is cupped by both his large hands, and when he inches those long fingers along my cheek, I can’t help but quiver. Because I know without a doubt those long fingers are going to be exploring more of my body tonight.“Logan,” I breathe, but don’t get any more words out. He puts his mouth to mine and moves his hand to the back of my head, taking a tangle of hair in his grasp. I widen my legs, pressing myself down against his lap. His cock is getting harder, and—holy shit—it feels huge.He brings his hands down to my hips, gripping me tight and pushing me down against himself. Then he angles his hips up, rubbing his hard cock against me. Fuck! I toss my head back, nails digging into his back. I’m getting wet already, and I swear he
Chapter Twenty-TwoDanielleI roll over, stretching my arms out. In his sleep, Logan reaches for me, and I move back into his embrace, nuzzling against his chest. Muted sunlight streams through the open balcony doors. My hair is a tangled mess around my face. I’m thirsty and have to pee, but I’ve never been more comfortable than I am right now, lying under twisted sheets with Logan.It’s like our bodies were meant to be together.My heart is so full, and for the first time in my life, things feel like they’re going exactly the way they’re supposed to. That all the things I thought were mistakes were actually mile markers. The road was twisted, uphill, and slippery most of the way, but it led to me being exactly where I’m supposed to be.Right here with Logan.My best friend.And the man I love.Grumbling to myself, I tear away from Logan’s arms and get up, stumbling to the bathroom to pee and get a drink. Then I fall back onto the mattress, and Logan spoons his body around mine. I’d o
Chapter Twenty-ThreeLoganI wasn’t prepared for this. It was the last thing I thought would happen, but it did. And now I can’t stop smiling when I look at Danielle. She’s standing up for her sister, holding a bouquet of brightly colored flowers. Her hair is pulled back in a loose bun at the nape of her neck, and she looks absolutely beautiful.This is the longest I’ve seen her since she left this morning to get her hair done. Things ran over at the salon, and she had to run back to the room, change, and then head down to the beach with the rest of the bridal party for photos. I’m sitting in the back, and I don’t know a single person around me. Though even if I did, it wouldn’t matter.My eyes are on Danielle and Danielle alone, as they will be the rest of the night.Things are fucking perfect right now, and as soon as we get time together at the reception, I’m going to pull her aside and tell her everything.This wasn’t some vacation hookup.I don’t want to be fuck buddies, even tho
Chapter Twenty-FourDanielleI look at myself in the mirror as I wash my hands, and for the first time in a long time, I don’t pick apart my appearance. Having my hair and makeup professionally done helps, but mostly…I look happy.Because I am.So incredibly fucking happy, and nothing can dampen my mood. Want and desire swell inside of me, and I’m going to go find Logan and take him up to our room. He said he was going to take his time with me, but I want to do the same to him.Tie him up. Tease him. Make him beg for more.I dry my hands, smooth out my dress, and go back to the reception hall. Logan is at the table, with his back to me. A smile pulls up my lips, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop smiling.Logan turns around, almost like he can sense me coming. He’s on the phone, and something isn’t right.“What’s wrong?” I ask, rushing over to him.“I’ll call you back,” Logan says to whoever he’s talking to.“Logan?” I’m getting a little freaked out. “What’s wrong?”“That was
Chapter Twenty-FiveDanielle“Mom.” I gently nudge her. “We’re landing.”She sits up, blinking rapidly, and looks around. Maybe she took more Xanax when I wasn’t looking, because she slept nearly that entire flight. I don’t know the last time I slept for a solid eight hours, and I know that’s entirely my fault. I stay up too late doing non-important things, like binging TV shows or finishing a book.My phone is in my hands, waiting to get the all clear to turn it off airplane mode. It’s early in the morning here in Chicago, and I’m terrified for the news I’ll get once I get service again. I pack up my bag and look out the window, feeling an odd sense of relief to see Lake Michigan and the flat, green Midwest land below us.Using my feet, I push the bag under the seat in front of me and grip the armrests. Landing always makes me a little nervous, and I don’t have Logan’s hand to hold this time.I turn my phone back on the second we’re on the ground and check for updates. A text comes t
Chapter Twenty-SixLoganDanielle is sitting in the waiting room. Her legs are curled up under her and her head is resting against the wall. She’s wearing black leggings and my sweatshirt, and my heart swells in my chest when I see her through the glass doors. I have to get buzzed into the ICU waiting area, and Danielle gets up as soon as she sees me.I take her in my arms, hugging her tight and holding her close.“How is he?”“Um,” she starts, letting out a shaky breath. “Stable for now. He was in really bad shape, and he’s so lucky the paramedics got him here in time.”“That sounds promising.”She nods. “I thought so too, but the doctor isn’t as optimistic.”“And how are you?”“I’m…shaken but okay. And I’m still just shocked to hear that he was so sick. I had no idea. I mean…I saw some changes but wrote it off as him aging. You slow down when you get old.”“He was acting just fine before we left.”“I know, and that’s what scares me.” Danielle rubs her forehead. “The doctor said he’s
EpilogueDanielleAbout a year later…“I finalized the menu for the bakery,” I tell Logan, watching him put another log on the fire. He comes back to the couch, picking up the papers from the coffee table, and sits next to me.“Are you warm enough?” he asks, reaching for another blanket.“I’m fine,” I tell him, though I know he’s going to keep pampering me like crazy. He’s been at it all week, and I don’t think he’s going to stop any time soon. “The temperature did plummet fast today.”“Yeah. But it’s supposed to warm back up soon.”“I’d like that.”“Gotta love the spring weather in the Midwest. It was hot two days ago and back down to freezing today.” Logan pulls my legs into his lap and starts rubbing my feet. I lean back, closing my eyes. “That feels good.”We got married in October, much to my own mother’s dismay. It wasn’t enough time to plan a big fancy wedding, but that’s not what we wanted anyway. Just a week or so after Logan proposed, we started looking around for places to
Chapter Thirty-OneDanielleLogan puts his lips to mine again, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders. I love this man so much. He is the best friend I could ask for, and the best relationships are built on a foundation of respect and friendship. We just fit together, and I know I’ll never find another person in the whole world who gets me better than Logan Dawson.Things feel the same between us, and yet everything has changed.“Do you need to go to the lawyer now?” he asks between kisses.“I should.”“Want me to come with you?”“You’ll be bored.” His lips go to my neck, and I start to melt against him. “Hell, I’ll be bored. But it would be nice to have you with me.”Logan pulls me into a tight embrace, and I rest my head against his chest and listen to his heart beating. My eyes fall shut, and for the first time since we left Hawaii, I don’t feel like I’m spiraling out of control.Things are still messy. Things are still going to hurt for a while. But that’s life, isn’t it? It’s no
Chapter ThirtyLoganI sit in the driveway, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel. I just left Danielle’s house and got home, but I haven’t gone inside yet. My mind is racing, and my heart is beating fast right along with it.I love her.I don’t want her to leave, even if it’s just for a few weeks. But I don’t want to be selfish, because she’s going through a hard time right now, and if getting away from Eastwood is what she needs, then she should go.But will she come back?She came here because her grandpa was here, and now that he’s gone…what’s going to keep her here?Me.Maybe. Maybe not.“Fuck,” I swear under my breath. For the last year I’ve wanted to tell her that I love her. We finally made love, and it was incredible. She’s incredible.We are incredible together.I close my eyes and lean my head back against the seat.And then Owen knocks on the window. “Dude, what the hell are you doing?” he asks, opening the passenger side door.“Trying to decide if I should tell Daniel
Chapter Twenty-NineDanielleI lean against the metal gate, watching the horses run around the pasture. The chickens are already fed, and the goats are grazing near the barn. It’s a little after eight in the morning, which is still early for me but not as early as Grandpa got up to feed the animals.I can handle eight AM. Well, when the weather is nice, that is. I’m already dreading having to trudge out here in the rain and snow.Logan was still asleep on the couch when I came out here, and I silently go back into the house, not wanting to wake him. He’s been my rock the last few days, and I really don’t think I could have gotten through this without him.I’m making breakfast when my phone rings, and I hurry to silence the call. It’s a local number, but since I don’t know who it is, I don’t answer. If it’s important, they’ll leave a message. And I really don’t feel like talking to anyone right now anyway.Looking around the kitchen, I feel an emptiness in my heart. I want it to go awa
Chapter Twenty-EightLogan“How’s Danielle doing?” Owen asks, moving an empty casserole dish from the counter to the sink. We’re at her house, and the service for her grandpa just ended. A few people are still at the house, sharing stories and memories. Her grandpa was respected by the town, and we are all feeling his loss. I think half the town turned up today, bringing flowers and food and giving their condolences. That’s the thing with small towns. When you know most everyone, you care for most everyone.“She’s trying to keep it together.” I open the fridge, trying to find a place to put the bowl of taco salad someone brought. It won’t fit, and I’m pretty sure the extra fridge in the basement is full already too.The last few days passed in a blur. Danielle cried, slept, and drank a lot, and then when the rest of her family came into town, the time was spent reflecting on her grandpa’s life and looking through scrapbooks. Now everything is over, and people are leaving.Stacking the
Chapter Twenty-SevenDanielleI open my eyes and roll over. I don’t know what time it is. Or what day it is. All I know is Logan is in bed next to me, and his slow and steady breathing is the only thing keeping me from falling apart. Everything happened so fast.We got to the hospital. Grandpa seemed like he was going to pull through. And then he was gone.I slowly get out of bed, needing to use the bathroom. Logan hasn’t even gone home yet since he got back to Eastwood. Everything was so perfect before, and I would give anything to go back to our last night in Hawaii.After using the bathroom, I go downstairs, following the sound of the TV. Mom is in the living room, drinking wine and watching a baking show. It’s almost four in the morning.“Mom?”“Oh, Danielle, honey. You’re up.”“So are you. Did you get any sleep?”“A bit here and there.”I cross my arms over my chest, chilled even though it’s warm in the house. Usually, we’d turn the air conditioning up before going to bed. I hate
Chapter Twenty-SixLoganDanielle is sitting in the waiting room. Her legs are curled up under her and her head is resting against the wall. She’s wearing black leggings and my sweatshirt, and my heart swells in my chest when I see her through the glass doors. I have to get buzzed into the ICU waiting area, and Danielle gets up as soon as she sees me.I take her in my arms, hugging her tight and holding her close.“How is he?”“Um,” she starts, letting out a shaky breath. “Stable for now. He was in really bad shape, and he’s so lucky the paramedics got him here in time.”“That sounds promising.”She nods. “I thought so too, but the doctor isn’t as optimistic.”“And how are you?”“I’m…shaken but okay. And I’m still just shocked to hear that he was so sick. I had no idea. I mean…I saw some changes but wrote it off as him aging. You slow down when you get old.”“He was acting just fine before we left.”“I know, and that’s what scares me.” Danielle rubs her forehead. “The doctor said he’s
Chapter Twenty-FiveDanielle“Mom.” I gently nudge her. “We’re landing.”She sits up, blinking rapidly, and looks around. Maybe she took more Xanax when I wasn’t looking, because she slept nearly that entire flight. I don’t know the last time I slept for a solid eight hours, and I know that’s entirely my fault. I stay up too late doing non-important things, like binging TV shows or finishing a book.My phone is in my hands, waiting to get the all clear to turn it off airplane mode. It’s early in the morning here in Chicago, and I’m terrified for the news I’ll get once I get service again. I pack up my bag and look out the window, feeling an odd sense of relief to see Lake Michigan and the flat, green Midwest land below us.Using my feet, I push the bag under the seat in front of me and grip the armrests. Landing always makes me a little nervous, and I don’t have Logan’s hand to hold this time.I turn my phone back on the second we’re on the ground and check for updates. A text comes t
Chapter Twenty-FourDanielleI look at myself in the mirror as I wash my hands, and for the first time in a long time, I don’t pick apart my appearance. Having my hair and makeup professionally done helps, but mostly…I look happy.Because I am.So incredibly fucking happy, and nothing can dampen my mood. Want and desire swell inside of me, and I’m going to go find Logan and take him up to our room. He said he was going to take his time with me, but I want to do the same to him.Tie him up. Tease him. Make him beg for more.I dry my hands, smooth out my dress, and go back to the reception hall. Logan is at the table, with his back to me. A smile pulls up my lips, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop smiling.Logan turns around, almost like he can sense me coming. He’s on the phone, and something isn’t right.“What’s wrong?” I ask, rushing over to him.“I’ll call you back,” Logan says to whoever he’s talking to.“Logan?” I’m getting a little freaked out. “What’s wrong?”“That was