Darla's POV: I laughed and moved against him so I could get comfortable. He groaned and sank his finger deep into my skin, keeping me in place. "Logan," I worded breathlessly, surprised by his move but loving it. "What are you doing?" "Don't move," He gritted out through clenched teeth. "I want us to keep talking for a while and your moving is kind of distracting." I lowered my face because I could feel a blush creeping up my cheek. He smiled and brushed my hair back so he could see my face properly. "Good heavens, you're so beautiful it hurts." "Quit flattering me, Logan," I giggled, wondering seconds later where that sound came from. I almost died from cringing so hard but I maintained my smile. "I am not flattering you," he whispered, stretching out so I could lay against him. His back to the grass, I lay atop his chest, basking in his warmth and strength. His arms wrapped around my waist and we lay there, kissing, caressing and talking from time to time
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