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Chapter 62

"Mr. Walker." I say into the phone.

"Yes?" Logan's deep voice replies.

"I will be sitting outside your house in twenty minutes."

"Ok?" I hang up the phone before he can continue and pick up the bag with the turkey sandwiches, French fires, and other surprises for Logan. Thirty minutes later I am sitting outside his house. He opens the front door and lets me in. We walk up the stairs to his room and he closes the door behind him. "So, what's up?"

"Since you leave in three days and are going to miss Thanksgiving and Christmas I thought we just needed to celebrate it before you left." He smiles and sits on the floor right in front of me. "We got our turkey and our potatoes." I hand him a sandwich and a box of fries. He smiles at my awful resemblance of a Thanksgiving dinner and opens the sandwich wrapper and takes a bite. After eating, we sit and talk about all the orders he has been given and when he is leaving. "Alrighty. No time to waste." I pull an ugly Christmas sweater out of my backpack and hand it to him. I have to force him to put it on. He takes off his shirt and I can't help but look at the abs that protrude from his body. The neon red blocks my gaze and I look up to see Logan looking down at the lopped-sided Christmas tree being cut down by a lumberjack.

"Are you serious?" He laughs.

"As serious as I can be." I smile back at him. I grab his phone sitting on the floor next to us and take a picture of him. He grabs the phone from my hand and moves to sit next me. He holds the camera in front of us and takes a picture. We spend the rest of the night with him trying to teach me how to play PlayStation.

He walks me to my car. Before I unlock the door I turn and look at him. "Logan," I take a deep breath. "I'm going to miss you when you're gone." Silence falls in between us.

"Theresa." I am nervous of how he will respond to my statement. "I am going to miss you." He takes a step closer, but stops himself.

I wait for him to come closer, but when it doesn't help I open the door and climb in. He puts his hand on the door. "Good night Logan."

"Theresa. Will you come to the airport when I leave?"

"I wouldn't miss it." I smile up at him.

He smiles at my response. "Good night Theresa." He closes the door and stands in the middle of the road as I drive away. I can see him standing there looking to the car until I turn the corner.

***

I pull my car up to his house and jump out as he leans against his truck. I jump into the passenger side and we start our way to the airport.

"You're really leaving. It's crazy!"

"It's a bittersweet thing."

"You're going to come back built." I laugh.

"Maybe then I will be able to beat you in a fight." We both laugh. The tension continues to make the air thick.

"Yeah, well you will need to stay a little longer to accomplish that." We pull up to the airport departures lane and park the car. We both hop out and he grabs the small bag from the bed of the truck. He places it on the cement ground and pulls me in for a hug. I never wanted him to let go.

He pulled back and looked into my eyes. He pushed my hair behind my ear leaving his hand on my face. "Theresa. You don't have to listen to a thing I say, but..." He pauses. "but, I want you to wait for me." His words catch me by surprise.

"Logan."

He cuts me off before I can continue. "I know. It is a lot to ask for, but I know there is something between us. I don't want to lose my chance to be with you because I'm following my dream."

"Logan," I begin again.

"Theresa. I know it is stupid of me to ask. I've had all this time, but I've been waiting for the perfect moment."

"Logan!" I say more demanding. He remains quiet waiting for me to reply. "I would wait for you for forever." He smiles larger than I had ever seen him smile before. He leans in and places his hand behind my head and kisses my forehead. I wanted to reach up and pull his head down to my level and make his lips touch mine. He pulls back as I open my eyes. He picked his bag up from the ground and threw it over his shoulder. He turns and walks towards the glass doors for the airport. Right before he enters the doors he stops and turns to look back at me. He smiles and I return the gesture. He walks in the doors and out of sight.