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can negotiate.”
“Is that a yes?”
I hesitate for a few seconds, but his consuming presence leaves me no choice. “Yes, Logan, it is. I want to go on a second date with you.”
A gust of wind blows, chilling me.
“Let’s go back inside,” Logan says.
The rest of the evening goes by in a whirlwind. I order a second dessert and listen to Logan’s childhood stories, laughing harder than I have in a long time. It’s very late when we leave the restaurant, and we’re the last ones to do so. Logan drives me home, and I wrestle with myself the entire way—should I invite him in or not?
I’m not ready to take things further tonight, but at the same time, I’m not ready to let him go yet.
***
“Y ou are a superhero, cape and all,” I say when he walks me to my door instead of just dropping me off in front of the building.
“I’m offended you thought otherwise.”
I smile at him, sticking the key in my lock, but the door is stuck. I’m about to push myself into the door when Logan offers, bemused, “Leave that to me.”
Stepping aside, I watch him shoulder the door open.
“I suppose I have no option now but to invite you in, do I?” I ask.
“I suppose not.”
Stepping inside, I turn on the light. The place looks even more run-down with the small light reflecting from the ceiling. I try not to give my apartment much thought, but it’s one of the most depressing places I’ve ever lived in. It was the only one in my price range.
“I’d offer to give you a tour, but what you see is what you get. A studio with stuff piled up everywhere. It’s all I can afford for now.”
“Don’t apologize, Nadine. Don’t forget I wasn’t born rich.”
I expected to be a basket case having him here, but I’m strangely at ease. Well, except for my galloping pulse.
“I can show you some of my designs,” I tell him.
For some reason, his eyes widen.
“I’ll just show you pictures, though. I don’t want to take the dresses out of their boxes.” Logan hunches his shoulders in disappointment. How did he think I’d be showing him the dresses?
We sit on the couch, and I instantly become aware of how close we are. I open my laptop and start the slideshow.
“Nadine, these are incredible,” Logan says after I show him my newest collection.
“Really?”
“Yes, I mean, I assumed they’d be decent, but they’re fantastic. I’m not an expert, but we do work closely with fashion houses for our collection shows, so I know a thing or two. And you didn’t attend any fashion school?”
“No degree. I took as many cheap online courses as I could find, and invested in a professional sewing machine.”
“You are amazingly talented.”
“Thank you.” Having someone else besides my best friend believe in me, and acknowledge my talent is empowering.
“What’s that?” He points to a folder on my laptop named Dream House .
“Oh, just some daydreaming on my part. When I was searching for empty spaces for the shop, I also came across some houses. I saved my favorite one here, even though it’ll be a long time before I can afford one. It’s good for motivation.”
“Show me.”
Hesitantly, I do as he says. Showing him my dream house feels as if I’m laying yet another part of me bare.
He smiles while browsing through the pictures. “I see you’re the white picket fence girl all the way.”
“Guilty,” I admit.
“You also seem adamant to have a garden with a very old tree—”
“And large windows in the rooms overlooking the garden.” All the houses I loved have those things in common. “One of those rooms would be my workshop. It’d be very inspiring to work with such a view.”
“You’re adorable, Nadine.”
“Thank you.” I wasn’t expecting that reaction. After pushing my laptop away, Logan turns to face me. As usual, being the sole object of his attention makes me ache for him. He plays with his fingers on the inside of my wrist; the simple movement sets my nerve endings on
“Is that a yes?”
I hesitate for a few seconds, but his consuming presence leaves me no choice. “Yes, Logan, it is. I want to go on a second date with you.”
A gust of wind blows, chilling me.
“Let’s go back inside,” Logan says.
The rest of the evening goes by in a whirlwind. I order a second dessert and listen to Logan’s childhood stories, laughing harder than I have in a long time. It’s very late when we leave the restaurant, and we’re the last ones to do so. Logan drives me home, and I wrestle with myself the entire way—should I invite him in or not?
I’m not ready to take things further tonight, but at the same time, I’m not ready to let him go yet.
***
“Y ou are a superhero, cape and all,” I say when he walks me to my door instead of just dropping me off in front of the building.
“I’m offended you thought otherwise.”
I smile at him, sticking the key in my lock, but the door is stuck. I’m about to push myself into the door when Logan offers, bemused, “Leave that to me.”
Stepping aside, I watch him shoulder the door open.
“I suppose I have no option now but to invite you in, do I?” I ask.
“I suppose not.”
Stepping inside, I turn on the light. The place looks even more run-down with the small light reflecting from the ceiling. I try not to give my apartment much thought, but it’s one of the most depressing places I’ve ever lived in. It was the only one in my price range.
“I’d offer to give you a tour, but what you see is what you get. A studio with stuff piled up everywhere. It’s all I can afford for now.”
“Don’t apologize, Nadine. Don’t forget I wasn’t born rich.”
I expected to be a basket case having him here, but I’m strangely at ease. Well, except for my galloping pulse.
“I can show you some of my designs,” I tell him.
For some reason, his eyes widen.
“I’ll just show you pictures, though. I don’t want to take the dresses out of their boxes.” Logan hunches his shoulders in disappointment. How did he think I’d be showing him the dresses?
We sit on the couch, and I instantly become aware of how close we are. I open my laptop and start the slideshow.
“Nadine, these are incredible,” Logan says after I show him my newest collection.
“Really?”
“Yes, I mean, I assumed they’d be decent, but they’re fantastic. I’m not an expert, but we do work closely with fashion houses for our collection shows, so I know a thing or two. And you didn’t attend any fashion school?”
“No degree. I took as many cheap online courses as I could find, and invested in a professional sewing machine.”
“You are amazingly talented.”
“Thank you.” Having someone else besides my best friend believe in me, and acknowledge my talent is empowering.
“What’s that?” He points to a folder on my laptop named Dream House .
“Oh, just some daydreaming on my part. When I was searching for empty spaces for the shop, I also came across some houses. I saved my favorite one here, even though it’ll be a long time before I can afford one. It’s good for motivation.”
“Show me.”
Hesitantly, I do as he says. Showing him my dream house feels as if I’m laying yet another part of me bare.
He smiles while browsing through the pictures. “I see you’re the white picket fence girl all the way.”
“Guilty,” I admit.
“You also seem adamant to have a garden with a very old tree—”
“And large windows in the rooms overlooking the garden.” All the houses I loved have those things in common. “One of those rooms would be my workshop. It’d be very inspiring to work with such a view.”
“You’re adorable, Nadine.”
“Thank you.” I wasn’t expecting that reaction. After pushing my laptop away, Logan turns to face me. As usual, being the sole object of his attention makes me ache for him. He plays with his fingers on the inside of my wrist; the simple movement sets my nerve endings on
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