The Start of Something New

Chapter 6

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I close my eyes, hoping to just take it all in. Our lips meet, and it is euphoric. I can't get enough of it. His lips are soft, warm, and gentle against mine. I'm not sure how I feel until I start kissing him back. We roll onto our sides, arms wrapped around each other, our bodies pressed against each other. I can feel his bare legs, warm, and somehow comforting. He lightly groans and he deepens the kiss. We pull away from each other and lie next to one another.

He sighs happily and inches closer to my body.

"That..um....that..." He says, gesturing toward my mouth.

"My tongue ring?" I ask.

"YES!" He says a little louder than expected.

"What about it?" I ask nervously.

What if he doesnt like it? Or even hates it. A nervous look flashes across my face and he notices.

"I reaaalllyy like it." He smiles.

Within the hour, we are out of bed, not dressed, he in his boxers and shirt, and me in my shorts and T-shirt, making breakfast. He's flipping eggs while im cooking bacon pancakes. He's still a little hesitant toward them. But I know that he'll love them. We are seated on his love seat next to each other watching the first  movie of the "Halloween" saga. I'm watching intently as Michael Meyers pretends to be the girl that's about to die's boyfriend who's pretending to be a ghost, when I hear Logan groan.

"Oh my GOD" He says between bites. "These pancakes are AMAZING!"

"Told you so." I smirk.

It's about two o' clock when we finish the third movie "Season of the Witch" which has absolutely nothing to do with Michael Meyers.  We both get up and head to the kitchen. After tossing our paper plates in the garbage, we start loading the dish washer with the dishes from last night and this morning. Logan is just finishing putting the last cup in.

"Do you want to do something today?" He inquires as he looks up at me.

"Well, it depends on what you mean by "something" I say, grinning.

"Well, I was going to see if you wanted to go downtown and window shop or even sight see." 

"Hmmmmm." I wonder. "Window shopping actually sounds like fun. When would we be leaving?"

"As soon as we are both dressed and ready to go." He says excitedly. 

"Okie Dokie!" I say happily.

He runs off toward the bedroom, and I can see the excitement in his demeanor. I quickly head back to my place and hop in the shower. after I am finished, I slip into a pair of black skinny jeans that are just a little loose and faded and torn at the knees, and an "Imagine Dragons" tee. It is a little cold so I slip on a nice, warm zip-up hoodie. I pull the zipper up to the top seam on the pocket, push my left sleeve up, put my "Dr. Who" lanyard, with my keys, in my pocket, and I head out the door. I knock on Logan's door and wait for a response. When he opens the door he has a false disappointed look on his face. 

"You know you dont have to knock anymore, right?" He says jokingly. 

"Well, you know...I just wanted to be courteous. I don't want to rush into anything." I say.

"Oh, I understand." He smiles. 

God i love it when he does that! Hes dressed In Grey, faded, jeans, and lone behold, an "Imagine Dragons" tee. It's not the same one as mine, but it's awesome to know we both think alike. I call a cab to take us downtown, and the driver says he can be there in 5 minutes. 

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We're downtown and it is magnificent. I've only lived here for almost two months, and I can't believe that I've never walked down here before. We go to so many stores that i lose count. We're holding hands almost the entire time. It feels nice to be able to go out in public, holding hands, not caring if anyone notices you. I know no one here, except for Logan. And it feels great. 

We get back to the apartments, and it's dark. 

"Good thing we ate dinner in town" Logan says.

"Yeah. I'm exhausted." I say, with a yawn. 

"So...can I stay at your place tonight?" He asks, lowering his head in shyness.

"Damn Straight!" I say. "I need to sleep in my own bed and you're more than welcome to join me."

He smiles. 

We're in my apartment and I put everything away. While I did, he ran to his house and did the same. We walk back to my bedroom, and I take my shorts and shirt and change in my closet. When i come back out, He's got his shirt off, and hes unbuttoning his jeans. 

"Okay," I say. "I'm just going to say this outright."

"what?" He says while giggling.

"I have had the biggest celebrity crush on you since, like, high school."

"Oh really?" He cheezes. "Well now I guess you get to see what you've always wanted."

"You have no idea how surreal this seems to me." I smile as I lay in the bed. 

He slips his jeans off as he lays down in front of me and faces me. We both lean in at the same time, our lips meet, and I pull the covers up over our heads. 

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I'm laying in bed with Logan, his back is to me, and his breathing is still heavy. I give him a soft kiss between his shoulder blades.

"What happened to not rushing into anything?" He says with some amusement in his voice.

"Pshh, fuck it." I say. 

"Damn straight!" He says, mocking me. 

He inches back toward me, I lay my face so that my nose is buried in the back of his head. His hair smells so good, like love. My hand rests just over his chest, and it is too easy to fall asleep.