What Is Love? (BWWM)

Chp 52: What Is Love?

Logan P.O.V

I removed my shirt leaving me in a T-shirt and my sweats. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair before looking down dissatisfied with the stiffy in my pants. I cursed under my breath. The feeling made it unbearable to think straight.

I really didn't want this date to end on wild mind blowing sex. I actually was working to avoid it. Even though I made some sexual passes throughout the date I still wanted our relationship to be build on more than just sex every time we were around each other.

I was on a mission to prove to her she meant more to me than just a basic quickie. I was going to win her heart. I rubbed along my shaft a little to relief some of the blood from my head. enough for me to think again. I splashed my face with cold water and took a couple of deep breaths. "You got this man pull your shit together" I coached myself before walking back outside.

I walked to living room thinking she was still there but instead arched a brow to find her previous spot empty. Instead she had relocated to my room with the tv on but her voice was heard over the volume. I followed her voice to my room where loki laid at the foot of the bed. Patience lied sprawled out in my bed wearing one of my button down shirt and nothing beneath but her lacy panties that peeked from beneath the shirt.

Almost Immediately the blood rushed back to my dick making me shift uncomfortably. I started praying in my head. Because I knew the devil was far more tempting than my will to fight back.

She sighed aloud as she talked French to somebody on the other side of the phone. Her voice was relaxed but stern almost business like. I couldn't understand what she was saying but I plopped myself on the bed to listen in.

"Merci. Peut-être la semaine prochaine. J'enverrai quelques demandes. Bien sûr. Merci encore poupée. Au revoir!" (Translation: Thank you. Maybe next week. I'll send out some requests. Of course. Thanks again doll. Bye )

She hung up and placed the phone on its face. "That not work I see is it? Because last time I checked we're still on a date" I half played because I knew her and knew she would work in her sleep if she could. "No actually that was Donatella the creative director for Versace. she's invited me out for a dinner party for my birthday" she corrected pointing a finger at me.

I pulled away in shock as my brows furrowed "Your birthday? When is your birthday?"

"It's December 18" She shrugged like it wasn't a big deal but to me it was something big.

"Shit that's less than a week away. Why didn't you tell me?" I frantically checked the calendar on my phone.

"Because I hate when people make such a big deal about it. Penelope tries to throw a party for me every year but honestly it's not a big deal" Patience retorted rather annoyed by the very idea of it.

"I mean it's an important part of people's lives. It signifies your growth"

"Or just a sign that you're getting older" she rolled her eyes making me chuckle in reply.

"Then what would you recommend for your birthday?" I asked pushing myself further onto the bed. She tapped her chin as she pretended to think. "On a yacht in a hot tub surrounded by chocolate, strawberries and some wine." She flashed me a smile before turning her attention back to the screen.

"Noted all I need to do now is find a yacht" I said making her let out a scoff and giggle as she eyed me. I pulled her by her waist to lean against me as she watched what ever was on tv. I intertwined our hands as I ran a finger over her fingers tracing each dimple and line that marked her body to carve her beauty. I breathed in inhaling her scent before I released with a sigh. "Did you enjoy the date?"