I failed
Look, he's so fucking sexy. I cannot help myself.
Plus, his confessions.
"If I give you my heart, will you break it?"
"Oh. I'm not here to break your heart. I'm here to protect it."
"Then I choose you. I'm all in."
"I'm so infatuated with you."
"We're beyond casual. It's special."
My heart seriously freaked out.
He says all the right things. He makes me tea. Checks in with me.
Friday was Jim Gaffigan. Then I called up Logan and met him at the Silver Stamp, dressed very classy. We walked over to Stray Pirates. Until they kicked us out. Made out my his van. He fed me cashews. Offered water. More making out, way so intense in my car.
Saturday was Honey Salt, then back to his place for wine and time-traveling hammock. Magic hands. Talked, cuddled, fell asleep.
Sunday was sushi, then back to his place for a sleepover. I kept my clothes on, but that did not stop him from everything. I mean everything. Basically, sex with clothes on. Kissed me all over. Grinding. Eat out on top. Rubbing legs. Sucking my feet. Oh. My. God. I just know the sex will be amazing.
And he's a good guy. He listens to understand. He always try to support. He wants me to open and lean on him.
Logan is considerate, thoughtful, attentive, witty, smart, logical, handsome, sexy, and charming. He believes in science.
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