The cafe was . .cozy.

The earthy warm colors splashed the walls and the tables , neutral brown pallets welcoming everyone. Brown was such a homey color. She loved the vibes of the restaurant, it was tucked away at the corner of the city. . .or may be she loved it because of the man sitting beside her?

But she wouldn't accept it but her heart felt smug.

More like pompous because it was right .

Logan was checking the menu , his eyebrows scrunched up in concentration as she watched him with her elbow bent on the edge of the table . . cupping her chin.

She told him she would eat whatever he chose to.

Hence the concentrated face.

"It's easier said then done." He said, feeling lost in the menu.

"It can't be that difficult?" She smiled teasing him.

"Tell you what," he turned towards her . .the proximity affecting her more in one way but she looked poised. "I'll put my thumb on a random dish and we gonna eat that."

"Spontaneous spirit? I like that." She said earning a wicked grin from him.

Logan tilted his head a little, messing with her heartbeat.

"I can be more than just spontaneous," his voice was low but she could see the playful glint in his grey eyes.

"Really? How so?" She too turned towards him, her knee touching his, a jolt of excitement travelling up her spine. Exhilaration blushing on her face.

He didn't reply.

But what he did next . .just flipped her insides , her intestines churning breathlessly.

Oh-so- slowly, he placed his hand on her knee. .she felt the burn through the fabric of her pants. .she felt like he branded her thigh with hot iron. .his eyes never leaving her face . .her eyes watching him in wary. .in trance. .

Seduction was up in the air.

His hand slid up. .the slight grazing of his hand on her thigh made her lips dry but like a statue she kept staring at him. . until his hand went from her thigh to the side of her waist . .his fingers spreading out. . spanning around her waist. . cupping it.

Her soul was on fire, all the fabric on her body felt tight against her skin.

Breathless with formidable want , she fisted her hands . .her nails making half moons on her palm.

Leaning in, he looked right in her soul. .

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me and how beautiful you look right now? " He asked , a small smile playing on his lips. .the heavy moment suddenly lifting up, allowing her to breath.

His hand still on her waist .

"I do many things to people so . .you have to be more specific." She replied with a Cheshire cat like smirk. . quite affected by what just happened.

"First of all. .this." he said and she was expecting him to continue but then his hand on her waist pulled her up gently into a hug. .shell shocked again , all she could do was place her palms flat against his hard chest. .

Logan was gently crushing her to his chest, her chin tucked on his shoulder. . he was taking away all the chill from her body . .giving away all his warmth.

"Thank you for trusting me." He whispered in her hair. "Thank you for being with me. Say the word Gloria and I can drop dead for you." One of his hand travelled up from her waist . .and cupped the back of her head. . pressing her gently into him.

"I'll be there for you, Logan. No matter what." She said softly. .like a promise. More to herself than to him.

He was about to say something when his cellphone started to vibrate on top of the table.

It kept buzzing but he didn't let her go.

"Your phone. .," She tried to talk but her voice was weak with. . something.

She didn't want him to let go.

Guess he didn't too.

Because he didn't let go.

The cell kept vibrating.

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As moments, minutes, years passed . .they stayed locked in a hug but every beautiful moment had an end-

His phone vibrated again.

"I really think you should get that. ." She said , trying not to melt in his embrace.

Sighing , he broke apart . .her hair tangling on his shirt . .her palms flat on his chest. .the vibration of his phone sounding dull in the background.

Lifting his hand, he tucked the strands of her hair behind her ear-her heart jumped to her throat when he leaned in-what the hell was he going to do, she thought wildly-and his lips touched her cheek in a light kiss.

His lips giving her cheek a feather like touch.

He didn't even let her react because he pulled back as suddenly as he leaned in. And all she could think was what about the lips? Why did you kiss me on the cheek? Is this the friend zoned kiss or more than that?

And. .even though he wasn't hugging her anymore ,he was holding her hand.

An act he wasn't aware of.

Taking his cell off the table , he accepted the call.

She was glad whomever called because it gave her time to rearrange her facial expressions that resembled being stumped and trying not to look stumped.

He kept listening to the person and then-

"I get it. Why can't you ask J.d? -"

He got a reply that made him roll his eyes.

"I'm not your mom and-would you shut up and listen ?! " He was clearly being driven nuts by the caller.

And then he sighed like he lost the battle.

"Alright alright! I'll pick you up. Also. .once a piglet always a -"

He was cut off .

The line went dead.

Grinning , he shook his head a little as if amused by an inside joke which Gloria wasn't aware of.

She hated being out of the loop.

Not that it was any of her business-Oh God! Who was she kidding?

Everything regarding him was her business without him being aware of it.

"Who was it?" She asked casually. Trying not to be obvious or prying.

"My sister."

Surprised , she saw him putting the phone back on the table.

" You have a . .sister?. ." She trailed off.

Boys having sister was not. .good.

What if she turned out bitchy? For no reason? And didn't like Gloria? Or worse bitch about her to her brother?

"You are so cold." He exclaimed , his large hand covering her small one now trying to warm it.

"You didn't tell me about any. .sister." she said hesitation on her face.

"Yeah well she was in boarding. She is going to be here next week. " He dropped the bomb .

"And this sister. .what is she called?"

"Daisy."

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After having a good ass lunch and a blast at it because he kept making her laugh and shocking her . .he kept giving her little shocks of joy with his touch.

Strange how he didn't let go of her hand even while eating.

He shared his favorite burger with her and told her about how he's possessive about his food and won't share it with just about anyone.

Amused she had asked him about the list of people who had the privilege of sharing his food.

And his gaze had flickered towards her in a knowing way like she should know the answer to that. .

"You. Only you ."

And just like that her heart had soar up in the skies as she smiled at his answer trying to be nonchalant when in reality she . . wanted to jump in joy.

Scream.

Fist pump.

That was the most romantic line she had heard. He floored her with just one line. .

At the end he paid for lunch while she protested wanting to share the bill but he didn't allow her . In fact he got a little pissed off, a slight shadow of anger fell on his face. .

"You'll not fucking give a single penny!"

"I'm only trying to split the bill-"

But the frosty look he gave her made her shut her mouth and zip it.

When they walked out of the restaurant, once again his hand looked for hers and gladly she slid her hand in his. .both of them sliding fingers . . creating a lock.

Just walking beside him made her smile so hard her cheeks hurt, the smile reached her eyes as she looked at him.

He wasn't looking at her. He was just staring ahead as they walked on the pavement, hand in hand.

Gloria loved how she would look away and then feel his eyes on her. He thought she didn't know but every cell in her body knew.

That he was looking.

The sun was out and-how can a day be this beautiful? How can the sun feel this extraordinary today? Everything felt out of this world today.

Her first date ticked off all the points on her dream like perfect date.

She had never been with a guy like Logan. Not that she had never dated, she had . .but the boys always tried so hard to impress her that their personality would vanish.

Yes, she was rich but she didn't want to be impressed.

She didn't want people trying hard to get her attention.

All she wanted was. . . Gloria's eyes found him again. . .Logan.

He never tried for her.

He didn't treat her differently.

He was just. .him.

And that's all she needed .

This isn't a date, Dennis's voice floated in her head.

Way to kill the mood , Dennis. .she thought bitterly. Because yes it wasn't a date. It was just a hang out. .

"Is something wrong?" He asked curiously , probably seeing the different shades of color on her face.

She shook her head slightly.

"How can anything be wrong right now?" She asked, a soft smile on her face.

"Yeah. Right now. . nothing can go wrong right now." He said as he stared at her intensely. .so intensely she had to drop down her eyes.

"So Daisy . .did she go to our school?" She asked trying to get back on track .God he was melting her .

"Daisy?," And then he nodded like he just remembered," yeah she did. Don't know what got in her head . She wouldn't shut up about that stupid boarding school. Things turned from bad to worse when she boycotted food. So. .," He shrugged, " J.D and I . .we told the parents if they didn't allow her to go then we would boycott food too." He grinned . . making her chuckle.

"What kind of name is J.D?"

"Anyone with a Jonathan Denzel Reeds would go for J.D." he said playfully.

"Wow! That's one heavy name. Jonathan Denzel Reeds. " She grimaced making him laugh.

"You should hear my grandpa's name. Jonathan Balthazar Reeds ." He said with a straight face.

"Balthazar? Really? " She asked with raised eyebrows.

He nodded .

"And grandma Dominique Balthazar."

Gloria covered her mouth with mock horror.

"That sounds like a vampire galore!"

He cracked a smile , his eyes dipping down to their hands clasped against each other.

The hand holding was making her toes curl.

A guy holds a girl's hand when he likes her right?

He wouldn't just hold a hand for no reason?

She wished she could ask straight away hey Logan? With which intention are you holding my hand?

If life was that easy. .

But she wasn't going to over analyze it. Not now. May be later.

Right now, she was taking everything as it was . . letting the soft breeze play with her hair. Let the sunrays dazzle her skin.

And letting Logan excite her soul.

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