I realized something on that day.

Some, hell, probably most of the ancient sayings are misleading, or total bullshit at best if you give it time to really think about them.

One of the biggest bullshits of them all: 'When you are with the one, you feel at peace.' Totally, utterly, bullshit. Believe me, cause' I would know. Instead of being at peace, I was a wreckage ball of nerves.

Seriously, there was not enough AC in the car or in the world to calm my boiling body.

This was it. Everything he and I did, or didn't do, or whatever that was passing between us. The kissing, the lingering looks, the not so understandable messages, the hurt I felt when I saw him with Charlotte, everything was finally gonna come down to the talk we were going to have, so of course, I was a nervous wreck.

Logan, on the other hand, calmly, gracefully drove his car like he had no care in the world. Like it wasn't a big deal as if to him that was just another walk in the park. Maybe it was. Or maybe he was just used to stuff like this.

When we finally got to the ice-cream booth, he led me to the farthest table in the farthest corner of the shop. That was a good move. It meant we would not be disturbed. Which also meant, I'd have some real alone time to tell him what I really needed from him.

Crap.

"Have a seat, I'll be right back," he said before he disappeared back to the front.

I let loose the longest breath in the history of breathing. Several first sentences on how to start this conversation raced through my mind. None of them sounded even remotely good enough. The longest sentences I could form were:

I was thinking we...

I was hoping that...

I wanted us to...

I never got past that. How do you tell a guy you want more than what you were getting? For a moment there, I began considering the possibility of this being a bad idea. For both of us. Maybe we were supposed to just ride with it and roll it out until it cleared itself.

"Here you go." He slid an ice cream container across the table.

I was too deep into my not-so-productive thoughts I hadn't even realized he had come back. My eyes widen, and warmth spread across my body when I looked at the container.

"You remembered that?"

"Of course, I did. That's what you had the day I first met you. You didn't get to enjoy it, so..." He sauntered his way around the table and took the chair that was right next to me.

My heart swelled as my cheeks turned a rosy shade. Who knew he was even paying attention to me that day, much less at what I was eating? Just like that, the thought of maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to have this conversation after all, invaded my mind, giving me hope.

You guys can call it a third eye-opener or whatever, but I think for the first time, and I mean really first time because I'm sure I already said first time with him a lot since I started telling you this story, but right now forget all of those times because this here, this here is the real deal.

So yeah, for the first time, I really looked at him. I looked at his handsome face, that if it wasn't for everything we've been through that first day, I'm sure I would have gotten hooked with the moment I saw.

I looked at his beautiful, piercing eyes that got me squirming every time he looked back at me.

His straight nose that fitted perfectly to his handsome face.

I looked at his lovely pink, almost red thin lips. The lips that as soon as touched my own, I couldn't get enough. I wanted more.

His perfect curly hair that made me want to run my fingers through it every time. Over and over if I would have been given the chance.

The perfect body that went with all the above confirmed it. At that moment, I knew. I knew I would follow him anywhere. I knew I was falling in love with him.

The realization hit me like a solid brick on my face followed by a jab of needles in my gut. Goodness, gracious. I loved him!

Oh-My-Freaking-God-Of-Nazareth. I was in love with Logan freaking Clyde.

Shit!

"Are you okay?"

Okay? Okay! How could I be?

"Err..." I was still in shock after finding out the boy in front of me quite possibly own my heart.

"I asked if you're okay. You have this look of horror on your face."

He wasn't wrong. It was a horror. How did that happen? Better yet, when did that happen? I thought I had a crush. A deep crush, but in love? Get out of here. I needed to get a move on in this conversation. Fast.

"Um...can we get to talking about the... um..."

I couldn't believe I still had no idea how to complete that sentence. I must have looked like a crazy mad woman the way I moved my hands around, trying to come up with an appropriate word.

"Thing?" I said

Crap.

He blinked. I understood the look of amusement on his face believe me. Even I wanted to smack myself.

"Wow, yeah, sure. I guess we can talk about the thing."

"Okay." I bobbed my head. "So...?"

If he thought I was going to start that conversation, he was dead wrong. I didn't know how, so I decided to roll the ball back to him. He needed to start the conversation. I mean, he's the man in this situation. Mama once told me; men are supposed to be the head of the family. In my opinion, they may as well be the head of conversations.

I motioned my hands for him to talk.

"Oh? Right," he said.

Bingo. He got the point.

He reached on top of the table and took my hand on his. The intensity of his eyes on mine made me took a sharp intake of air as I nervously waited to hear his words. That was it. He was going to speak.

"I care about you."

Probably not nearly to what I wanted him to say, but close enough. I let go of the breath I was holding as he eased himself closer.

"I hope you can see that, and I think I already told you that I want you. I still do."

If I could have seen myself at that moment, I'm sure I would have been able to see the sparks in my eyes. I literary felt them. He still wanted me. I blushed and looked down on our conjoined hands. With my free hand, I reached up and tucked a stray strand of my hair behind my ear before I gazed at him from behind my eyelashes.

"Yeah, you told me that, and I know that I want you too, but what does that even mean for us?"

My voice was barely a whisper. I could not even begin to explain the things I was feeling at that moment.

A few weird, but totally worth it things happened. First, Logan took a sharp, deep breath that to be honest, startled me a little. I didn't expect that. I didn't understand why. Second, his eyes fluttered closed. When he opened them back up, the intensity in them was mesmerizing. It was as if not only his Pupil, but his whole Iris had dilated. The green around his irises looked darker. Instantly, I got drawn to them. I couldn't look away even if I wanted to.

"You really shouldn't look at me like that," he groaned.

His voice shook me out of whatever spell I was just under.

"What? What should I not be doing?"

He ran his hand across his fore-hair, moving it behind. I gaped at him. My mouth hung open. I know you will think, 'but that wasn't at all a new thing' yes, it wasn't a new thing. A lot of people do that with their hair. But believe me when I say this, somehow, Logan managed to make that look painfully sexy. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. The way his hair seemed to bounce back in his forehead strand after strand was just that, sexy.

I was losing my cool, and I hoped to God he didn't see that.

He relaxed his back against his chair before he bit the side of his lower lip. Might not have been intentional, but my sanity was losing the battle. Fast.

"You have no idea what your eyes do to me," he said.

The size of the blush that came on full speed against my cheeks was enough to make him smirk. I needed to stir the conversation back to its origin before I boiled myself to death.

"What I'm trying to say is," I started. "You want me. I want you, but then, where do we go from there?"

He cocked his head to the side before he plopped his fingers on his chin like he was thinking.

"Well, what do you want to happen?"

He really was going to make me work for it. Dammit. I took a long, deep breath to prepare myself for what I needed to say. That was it, time for the truth.

"I want more."

That came out too strong. Who knew how he might interpret that?

"Sorry, that sounded absolutely different than what I wanted it to. I didn't mean it like that. Well, I mean, I do want more but not in the way it sounded. It's just that, I want...oh, God." I covered my face with both my hands. "Wow, I'm making it worse, aren't I?"

No amount of backtracking could have wiped the grin on his face. He was laughing at me. I pointed my finger on his face.

"Don't you dare. Don't you dare laugh at me."

He busted out laughing while I tried to find a way to dig a hole so I can bury my face.

"Sorry, it's just that...you are adorable when you are like this."

Adorable wasn't the word I would use. Straight up making a fool of myself, yeah, that would fit the bill.

He ran the tip of his tongue through his lower lip before he pulled the lip inside his mouth. Wetting it a little.

Okay, seriously. Dude needed to stop doing all those little things he kept on doing with his lips, or hair, or fingers. That needed to stop; pronto before I go entirely bonkers.

"Logan, come on. You know what I mean. I want to be-I don't know. Perhaps in a relationship with you. "

There it was, I said it.

"I want to know where this is going. We kissed, and we have this-chemistry, or whatever." I let out a breath. "Well, I'm not even sure what we have. See? That's what I wanna be sure of, what is this thing between us?"

Things just got serious, and I was glad for it. Finally, I was gonna know where we stood and I'll tell you this, boy was I not entirely ready for his words, or actions.

He moved closer before he reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear, then moved on to my chin and gently stirred my head up to make sure I looked him straight in his eyes.

"I want to date you." He moved closer. I swallowed.

"I want you to be mine." He pulled my chin near his lips. I let him.

"I want you to be my girlfriend. I don't wanna beat around the bushes with you anymore. I wanna make it clear to everybody that you are mine. So, if you'll have me..."

He let go of me altogether, moved back against his chair, and opened his arms as you would do for a hug.

"I'm all yours."

I blinked. All the oxygen left my lungs, causing me to become light-headed. The moment the air came back and I could breathe again, my senses slammed against me full force.

I shot out of my chair and crashed into his awaiting arms before I curled up against his warm body and deepened the hug. I felt right at home. I felt complete. This was what mom was telling me about. Sorry ancient words for condemning you as lies. Oops.

Logan responded by wrapping his arms around me and brushed his lips against the top of my head.

"So, is that a yes?" He whispered against the side of my head.

I frantically bobbed my head against his chest and gave the answer to the question I was waiting to hear.

"Yes. That is definitely a yes."