riptide- outer banks

eighty-five | P4L

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18 Months Later

Logan whipped around the corner, 2015 black Chevy Camaro quickly making the turn. As he returned the steering wheel to its regular position, though, an irritated sigh spilled out into the car. He rolled his eyes as he glanced over at the agitated blonde to his right.

But she didn't even give him a chance to speak. "Could you drive any crazier? My God."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you wanna drive?" Logan shot back, gaze abruptly returning to the road.

Kori turned to him, pausing the tying of her combat boot with angry green eyes. "Was that a jab? Because I am so not in the mood for jabs right now. We're gonna be late."

"I know. Okay? I'm trying!" He exclaimed, head shaking as his foot pressed harder on the gas pedal. "I'm not the one who wanted to stay an extra two days." He murmured.

She scoffed as her tied boot slammed back down on the car floor. "Oh, well I don't remember you complaining when we were sitting on the beach, sipping Mai Tai's!" She shouted, letting out a huff of air as she yanked down the overhead mirror.

"Why are you yelling at me?!" He responded, briefly glancing at her. "I'm not the one who forgot her charger and almost made us miss our flight!"

"Well, so-ry that I don't find it necessary to buy a new one when I already have one!" Kori retorted, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she swiped a gloss over her lips.

Logan inhaled deeply, turning the steering wheel and accelerating them around another corner as they neared their destination. "All I'm saying is this could've been avoided. We're gonna get there on time, but—"

"But what? The Camaro isn't fast enough?" Kori quipped, pushing the mirror back into its compartment.

Logan turned to her as she pulled her leather jacket on, face contorting. "Okay, can we not do this right now? Let's just go in there, sit, and let them commemorate us. Shit, Kori." He breathed out, finally turning into the parking lot and coming to a stop.

She let out a sigh as she unbuckled her seatbelt. "Fine. Whatever." She mumbled, opening her door and stepping out onto the ground.

When Logan slammed his door shut, stepping out into the warm June air, that's when he lifted his gaze. That's when he finally took in the unreal image that was his girlfriend. He hadn't been paying attention before—she'd changed in the car and he had been focused on the road—but she was quite literally the prettiest girl he'd ever laid eyes on.

Dressed head to toe in black, she was wearing a bodycon dress, the black material hugging every curve with a low neckline and stopping just above her knees. Her long blonde hair had been curled, an oversized leather jacket layered over top of her mini dress. And to complete her look were her trademark combat boots.

Unable to do literally anything else, Logan took the remaining steps to her. His hands came up, cupping her face as he leaned down, firmly pressing his lips to hers. Despite the meaningless fight they'd just had, she kissed him back, pulling away momentarily.

"Let me guess." She voiced, gaze flickering up to his euphoric brown eyes. "I'm a wonder?"

Logan nodded. "Yep. You are...you're perfect." He paused, guilt seeping into his expression as she smiled. "I'm sorry I yelled at you."

"I'm sorry I forgot my charger." She echoed— one of the main reasons they'd been so stressed.

His nose crinkled up as he shook his head. "Doesn't matter. I'm glad we stayed."