Lost Love

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

{Taylor}

It’s Thursday, April 10. I just finished my last course of the day, and I am trying to find Logan so we can walk home together.

I walk onto the crowded school grounds, and start looking around.

“Hey baby.” I hear a deep voice from behind.

My heart fills with joy, and I turn around to see a gorgeous, six-foot-four, broad, muscular, blonde walking my way.

“Logan,” I struggle to find my breath in his perfection.

I run over to him, and jump into him, wrapping my legs around his waste. He supports me with by holding up my thighs. We do this a lot, and I love it. 

I wrap my arms around his neck.

“So, how was your day, beautiful?” Logan asks, staring right into my eyes.

I can see annoyed sluts, jealous of the PDA with Logan staring me down, but I couldn’t care less right now.

“Better now that I’m with you.” I wink. I kiss him on the cheek, and then he sets me down.

I take his hand, and we walk together.

Logan and I talk about our days, and then he asks me something.

“Do you want to hang out tomorrow?” Logan asks, smiling. “I’d love to.” I say, enthusiastically. “What do you want to do?” Logan asks, swinging my hand in his.

“Let’s come to my apartment. We can bake brownies, and then watch a movie, and cuddle.” I wink. “That sounds perfect.” Logan says. “It’s a plan. My place, tomorrow, 6:00. Bring cocoa powder, because I don’t have any.” I wink as we come to our usual spot where we have to go in different directions.

Logan nods, I kiss him on the cheek, and we go our separate ways.

The next day, Friday, April 11, was all the same. Logan and I talked at school, I took notes in class, but I couldn’t stop thinking about that evening. By Friday’s, I’m all burnt out, and all I want to do is spend the evening with Logan.

Finally, 6:00 approached, and I am pacing back and fourth, waiting for Logan to be at my door.

I don’t know why I still get nervous whenever I see him. Something about him makes me forget who I think I am, and really just be who I am.

Right then, someone knocks on the door.

I take a deep breath, and open the door. Sure enough, it’s Logan.

And, he’s holding a box of cocoa powder in one hand, and flowers in the other.

“You’re perfect.” I say. “Says you.” Logan winks. I blush, and take the flowers from him. I place them right next to the flowers he brought me last time, which surprisingly, are still alive.

Logan follows me into the kitchen, where all the supplies we need to bake homemade brownies are laid out.

“Wow.” Logan laughs. “I know. I have always been quite the baker.” I smile. “Clearly,” He grins.

The two of us get to work. I know the recipe off by heart, as it is one that has been passed down in my family for a long time. We play music, dance around, laugh, and just have a really good time.

The brownies are about to come fresh out of the oven. The timer dings, I put my oven mitts on, and take them out.

The aroma of fresh melted chocolate greets me, and it smells splendid.