Mondays

10

A/N: Please be aware that this chapter has mature content

„Just so we're perfectly clear, this does not quality as our Monday meeting, I already made plans for us." Logan remarked, taking a bite of his ravioli.

They were sitting outside of a charming Italian restaurant, shaded by a lemon tree, surrounded by colourful, vibrant tiles. Rory looked stunning in her strapless summer dress worn over her bikini, and the few baby hairs that fell out of her bun concluded the aesthetic perfectly. It has been the perfect ending to their summer adventure in Positano.

They wandered the streets of this small city, explored numerous charming little souvenir shops in search for the perfect magnet for Rory's fridge back in Queens. They tasted traditional Limoncello from a local shop where the old white man with a long, grey beard kept calling them „coppia perfetta". They took many pictures trying to capture the exciting feel of this breathtaking city fully aware nothing they would feel anywhere else will ever compare to this, feeling the breeze against their skin, feeling each others presence so strongly, clutching each others hand at the mere possibly of loosing each other in the bustling crowd.

„This should count as something" Rory said, taking a sip of her wine, smiling softy at him. The tables were small so he could easily move a piece of her hair behind her ear, purposely touching her face while doing so, watching the golden hour kiss her face instead of him.

Logan wished to be able to freeze time, as this is how he would like to stay for the rest of his days. His girl, under the warm Italian sun, right before him. He struggled to gather up the courage to have a real talk with her, there were some intense emotions piling up, and he was afraid of her slipping through his fingers if he wasn't careful enough. When you're young, you think you will know everything by 28, but nothing prepares you for the hurricane of emotions and your dreading conscience making someone else's happiness more important than your own.

He watched her look over to the sea and pictured her sitting on his couch, reading a book while he finished up work from his desk. His dreams were never about doing insane, wildly romantic things with Rory. While those were nice and always a beautiful thought, but he didn't just want that. He wanted ordinary. He wanted to pick her up from a night out, to patiently braid her hair when her nail polish would dry, he wanted to cook for her and dance around the kitchen in best hopes nothing burns. He wanted every day with Rory, he wanted a whole future with her. None of this can happen without the two of them talking about the things that are bothering them, he knew that, but how could he ruin, such a perfect moment? How on earth should he find the right words when this whole day is making him speechless? What a self-destructive thing to do, to enjoy the time with her, no matter the fact that if he misses this, someone else might take the chance and ask her to spend her time with him.

„This obviously isn't a business meeting." Logan said, and his hand touched her knee beneath the table, her dress was very loose, so the fabric moved away as if he had politely asked for it. She didn't mind feeling his hand on her skin, it was warm and reassuring. She enjoyed his touch, well aware it wasn't a touch colleagues ever shared. Perhaps she, too, didn't want to ruin such a perfect moment either.

„None of your Monday meetings with me were ever intended to be business meetings." Rory replied, quickly as usually.

„There is some truth to that, I won't deny it." Logan laughed softy.

When he laughed like that, all of the noise would disappear, in Rory's world, even the birds would shut up. It was a very hard thing to admit, but she liked being around him. The doubt and the mistrust were never there when she was around him. She wanted to speak first, she knew they had to talk, clear the air, clarity their intentions. She sensed he wanted it too, regardless of the outcome. However, the fear of him telling her he has feelings for Carrie, made her not want to know at all. Just imagining him leaving like the day of her graduation, sent her mind into a whirlwind of anxiety.