Logan showed up at my house around five in the evening looking hot as ever.

I never saw him looking like that. I mean, yes whatever he usually wears makes him look good, but that particular evening everything doubled.

For starters, he wore a light brown, slim fit, casual men's shirt with red cuffs and red collar. The sleeves of his shirt were pulled back, nearly to his elbows and the said shirt was tucked inside his blue jeans, leaving a room to show off his buckle belt with an H metal sign. To finish everything off, Logan wore black dress shoes.

With everything he wore, he looked like he was ready to go to an important meeting. Everything looked professional, but somehow, with the way he carried himself, he managed to make everything look casual.

I stood there, just behind my door, staring at him. Taking everything in like I wanted to imprint his image in my head.

He smirked and ran his eyes slowly from my head to my toes then slowly back up again. "Are you planning to invite me in? Today would be nice."

"Oh, sorry." Color spread on my cheeks, and I pulled the door all the way open. "Please come in. Mom is just in the kitchen."

Speaking of my mom, I came clean to her when I got back home. I told her everything. And no, of course, I left out the part about losing my virginity to the boy she was about to meet again. Can you imagine how awkward that would have been? I told her everything else. About Luke, Suzy, my panic attack, and the meeting we had. I also made sure to make it clear to her how supportive Logan has been. I didn't want her to ever have any ideas of us being together was a bad idea.

I also told her about the date I was going to have and since she knew that was my first date ever. She went all crazy in preparing me something to wear and thanks to her, with the way Logan looked, I managed to at least match him.

About my dress. You can deny all you want, but we all have that one dress tucked away especially for special occasions. We normally wouldn't consider even touching it and until the occasion really calls for it, only then do we dig it out of wherever we had put it. My mom dug mine from behind my wardrobe.

When she did, I was like, 'Mom, don't you think that might be a little too much? Maybe I'll be overdressed and I don't even know where Logan is taking me, yet.' You know what she had answered? 'That's exactly why you need to dress your best.' It didn't make any sense to me whatsoever, but I decided to trust her and when I saw Logan, I was thankful for her.

My dress was Black. Off shoulder, bodycon with a V cut showing off a little bit of my cleavage. The top part was hugging me like a freaking second skin, but just at the end of my waist, it started to flare outward in a multi-layered layer of round fabric, reaching just before my knees and like Logan, to finish off, I had a pair of pointed, four inches, black high heels.

Hand in hand, I walked Logan inside the house and into the kitchen where mom waited.

"Ah, there you are. Looking as beautiful as ever," Logan said that to mom as soon as he walked in, and went straight to give her a peck to the cheek.

I stood there, just behind them with a blush on my cheeks and a smile on my face with nothing to say.

"So, where are you taking my daughter?" Mom asked after Logan settled down on the chair across from her and I took the chair closer to him.

"Oh, Sophia. It's a surprise. Don't wanna spoil it when she's here." He node his head to me.

"Well then, in that case, don't let me keep you. Be sure to bring her back by ten."

I glared at her.

"What?" she shrugged. "I have to be a mother. Okay then, by midnight."

"I'll make sure she's safe, and doesn't get herself in any kind of trouble. See you later."

*****

Hotel Delaviour,

I'm not sure if that hotel still exists anymore, or even if it's still at the same hype it used to be back then.

Back then, it was one of the most prestigious and well-respected hotels in the city. Expensive and so significant you would think people that go there had to be coming from some sort of rich families only.

When Logan parked his car at its entrance and got out to come around to my side to help me out of the car, I was still in awe. I still could not believe Logan took me for our first date in the most expensive hotel. I still remember when he handed his car keys to the Hotel Valet and took my hand on his and led me inside. To be honest with you, my heart still flutters when I remember how I was feeling. How giddy, how excited seeing all those fancy things, or even how fancy the two of us looked among the fancy people around the hotel.

Yeah, Logan did a number on me.

Somehow, Logan managed to make me fall that much hard for him.

He made me feel special.

With my hand oh his bicep, he took me all the way to the rooftop of the hotel on one of the many inbuilt restaurants where apparently, he had already reserved the best table with the magnificent view of the whole city and proceeded to make sure I was properly seated before he sat on his own chair.

"I want you to know." He cleared his throat. "This is your day. I should have taken you to a proper date sooner, and I am sorry I didn't."

I blushed and fixed my hair behind my ear. I couldn't comprehend why I was so shy all of a sudden. "Well, there's always been one thing after another going on, and this." I gestured around the place. "This is beautiful."

"You are beautiful." He slid himself closer to the edge of his chair and placed both his hands across the table and opened his palms for me. I placed my hands on top of his, and for a long moment, we just looked at each other.

Until the waiter came and broke our loving moment.

"Excuse me. Are you ready for your Champagne?"

"Yes, please." Logan slid back against his chair and I slid back to mine as the waiter poured for us our drinks.

"So, What's your favorite color? I realized I don't even know that. I am a terrible boyfriend."

I was halfway taking my champagne when he asked that and I couldn't stop my laughter which caused him to laugh as well. We've been together how long now? And come to think of it, I didn't know his favorite color either.

"Then we are both terrible at this," I said. "My favorite color is purple. You?"

"Yellow."

I cringed. "Yellow? Why yellow?" I didn't see anything good with it. Too bright and... Yellow.

"Well, it just... sunny. Bright. It reminds me of the sun. Tells me no matter what hardship I'm experiencing today, there's always a bright, sunny day coming tomorrow."

Okay, I didn't expect that explanation, and honestly, that explanation brought me more questions. Was he experiencing some hardships I didn't know about? Was he alone on it? Did he need help?

"Are you ready to be served your starters?"

The waiter had come back, almost looking like he had sneaked up on us.

"Err... Yes, please." Logan smiled at him.

"I got a question for you. I've been meaning to ask you this for a long time now, but I guess as you said, there's always been something after another. How long has your dad and mom been separated?"

That was another question I didn't expect, but of course, he had to be curious about that, and since I already knew about his parent's death, it was only fair.

"According to my mom, since I was three-month-old."

He blinked.

"Really? So small. What happened?"

"Beats me. Apparently , so many things just weren't working anymore, and I guess adding me into the mix proved to be too much to handle."

He chuckled then and shook his head. "I don't think you can ever be too much to handle."

The waiter came back and we decided to ask him to wait a little bit so we can order the main course straight away so he didn't have to keep coming back.

"About what Luke said." He took a deep breath as if even thinking about it was a problem. "Did you know anything about that?"

"What? Of course not. He's always been... friendly, that's all."

"I know, I just... It bothers me that he kissed you. I know it wasn't really a kiss, but knowing what we know now, even though he claims to not have any feelings for you, who's to say it didn't feel like a kiss to him?"

"Well, in that case, you can rest assured in knowing that nobody has a room for me but you."

He smiled and took my hand before he kissed the back of it. "Damn, right."

When the waiter came back with our order, Logan and I were already engaged in some light, funny jokes and conversation that everything seemed to have been going great. Just the perfect, first date anybody would ever wish for. The food was great. The chat with the boy I loved was great and I think I even fell in love a little deeper. Even when we were mostly done with eating, we continued with more champagne. We wanted to stay longer. Getting to know each other a little more and just be in the moment.

"So, what you told me that day we... you know, got a little hot and heavy." He wiggled his eyebrows and I turned red. I knew exactly what he was talking about. "Do you really... Love me? It wasn't like, I don't know, in the heat of the moment type thing?"

"No." I shook my head. I meant it. I do love you, Logan."

"Well, I'm glad you clarified that because I think that I..."

His phone rung.

He raised his finger to me apologetically, and removed his phone from his pocket, and looked at the screen. He frowned before he swiped the receiving key.

"Detective?"

Detective?

He raised his head and looked at me. "Yes, I can speak."

Err...

"What?" His frown deepened.

"Are you absolutely sure about that?"

He ground his teeth. I wasn't sure exactly what was going on. In all the time I'd known Logan I never knew he had any associations with any detectives, but whatever it was, I could tell it was bad.

His face changed.

It almost darkened and it scared me.

"I'll be alright. Thank you for the information."

When Logan dropped the phone down, I knew something had gone really wrong.

"Logan," I called. Almost timidly. I wasn't sure how to approach him anymore. "Are you okay?"

"Something came up. I gotta take you home." He raised his hand and gestured to the waiter to bring the bill while I just sat there not sure exactly what was happening.

"What's going on? Talk to me. I wanna help."

"You can't, Amelia. This is something I gotta do on my own."

You know when things seemed to have been going fine, and then all of a sudden, in that split bloody second everything turned to complete shit and you get so angry about it and you just want to scream, and curse, and everything? I got angry. I cursed that stupid detective, whoever he was, and his stupid timing. I cursed at Logan for shutting me out when all I wanted was for him to let me in.

"How would you know I can't if you won't let me help?" I clenched my jaws. "You always do this, Logan. You always shut me out and I'm sick of it."

The pesky waiter came back and I glared at him. Since the moment we walked in, he was always there at the wrong time.

Logan dropped a few hundred dollars on the container and stood up before he walked to my side and held out his hand. "Let's go."

I huffed and without giving him my arm, I stood by myself and galloped to the exit.

If he was shutting me out. I was shutting him out. Enough was enough. He had problems. Who didn't? All I wanted was to be given a chance to help and show him I cared.

Logan quietly followed behind me and unlike when we came in, there was no hand-holding this time. I was mad and he was deep in some pretty dark thoughts by the look on his face.

And that's how our loving date ended. Not with kisses and hugs with the promise to be invited in for some prolonged lovers' session or whatever it is you see in the movies, but with me fuming in my own reasons and him disappearing within himself every passing second.

When we finally got to my house, with maybe a little too much force than necessary, I pushed the car door open and stormed inside my house without any goodbyes, or even looking back, and Logan didn't follow me.

He drove away.

Leaving me... Us... In a state of uncertainty for our future.

*****

That escalated quickly.

Let me know what you think is happening. We are almost wrapping up book one and I am so excited.

I'm planning to put this book up for wattys this year, and it's a race against time with wattys wanting a book marked complete and everything.

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