You Know He's A Keeper When He Quotes Bruno Mars

Chapter 15

"Well aren't you looking divine this morning, bright and early," Darren was saying in a fake snooty voice. I giggled, rubbing my eyes in my attempt to wake myself up.

It was ten o' clock the following morning and I was sitting on a bench outside the check-out area, Darren kicking a football against the wall of the small building where people checked in and out. He always seemed to know how to keep himself amused.

"I see that you're a morning person," I commented under my breath before trying to stifle a yawn. I felt my eyelids starting to close. What was the point of a holiday without a sleep-in?

"As are you," Darren retorted snidely and I managed to lift a hand to wave it at him dismissively.

"Ah, you're better than Logan anyway," Darren told me reassuringly, as though I'd been insulted by his sarcasm. "He's most likely still asleep."

"Really?" I laughed, waking up slightly by the sound of his name. I smiled to myself, knowing Logan could sleep anywhere, almost able to hear his heavy breathing when he'd fallen asleep next to me yesterday on the sun lounger.

It was strange that, on the walk down to this check-out area, all these little things seemed to stand out more to me now. It was as though seeing his eyes shine like the moonlast night had made the trees look that bit greener. Hearing his laugh so care-free made the sound of the birds' singing that bit more melodious. Feeling his big warm hand in mine made the feel of the air feel that bit fresher as it ran through my hair. It was all completely out of character. I was never one to be affected by a guy. Kyle was the worst of them. But never had he ever made me feel like I was hungry and thirsty and full at the same time.

I had kept replaying the previous night in my mind as I tried to sleep in my tiny paper-thin bed, like my favourite chapter of a book that I'd read as slowly as possible to make it last. I couldn't tell which part of it was my favourite - the way he'd laughed at everything I'd said like a fool, or how his lips had tasted like mint. Maybe it was when we had nothing to say but look at each other, or when he'd put his hands on my shoulders and I immediately felt safe. I'd forgotten that their was a sunrise at all until we saw it peeking over the horizon. At that stage we were lying down, with nothing better to do than make pictures out of the stars. It didn't matter though. Just that I was that close to him, finally able to say everything, finally not having to feel guilty made me feel electric. Maybe it was that electricity that kept us from getting tired.

And although Logan could sleep anywhere, he never once closed his eyes for sleep while I lay my head on his chest and I could feel his heart beating beneath my ear. I kept trying to hear if his heart was racing like mine was.

Now, Darren was looking at me amusedly, and I blushed automatically. I knew he couldn't read my thoughts like Logan could, but I immediately felt embarrassed that I was letting myself think this desperately about a boy. But, at the same time, I couldn't think about him enough.

"So I'm guessing you're not going to tell me what happened last night, no?" Darren asked me, and I smiled slyly. Darren raised his hands and smirked. "Well, doesn't that smile say it all!"

I laughed. "I figured you'd have been talking to Logan."

"Well, I didn't get the chance, did I? It was dawn before I heard him going into his own caravan across the way."

"You weren't asleep?"

Darren picked up the ball and began bouncing it. For a brief moment, I thought I saw a glimpse of secrecy flash across his eyes, but it disappeared almost immediately. " No," was all he said, before throwing the ball against the wall and stopping it with his foot.