Bittersweet Love

Chapter 25

Logan's point of view:

"That's really awesome," Camille says, looking around the hotel room.

"Well, sometimes our friends have pretty good ideas," I say, smiling, closing the door and putting down the bags. Then I also look around the room. It's really not bad. Probably James has organized this part. You just can't deny that he has style. Then my gaze wanders back to Camille. I watch as she pulls her phone out of her pocket and looks at it thoughtfully. She suddenly doesn't seem so excited anymore. Slowly I go to her and put my arms around her. "What's wrong?"

She shrugs. "Oh nothing. It's just ... Do you think everything will work out?"

"Yes. You not?"

"I don't know," she replies reluctantly, "there is always a risk in your plans."

I nod. "Yes, you are right. But you forget something. Jo helped them. And besides, Mrs. Knight and Mr. Taylor would never have gone on such a plan if they weren't sure that everything would work out."

Camille nods. "Yes ... you may be right."

"I know that I'm right," I reply, kissing her. Meanwhile, I slowly pull the phone out of her hand. She lets it happen and so I know that I have won. I put our cell phones on a table.

"And if my dad calls?"

"You can't be reachable all the time. And if something happens, we will be warned in time. Everything is OK."

She nods again and then even smiles. "Who would have thought I'd be worried all the time and you'd be so optimistic?"

I grin and wink at her. "Yes, but don't get used to it. It's much easier for me to worry than to be so confident and optimistic all the time."

She laughs and hugs me. Then she looks at me with a mischievous grin. "But to be honest … I like your self-confidence."

"Oh, really? Well then ... you will like that too." With these words, I pick her up, carry her over to the large bed, and set her down on it. Then I sit next to her and pull her into my lap. "We're finally alone," I murmur, kissing her neck. She sighs. "Yes, and we can take our time. As long as we want."

"Mmmh ... That sounds good. Well, I can't promise that I can wait a long time in the beginning, but I will definitely try to do my best."

"That's all I want," she replies, pulling me close and kissing me passionately. Man, how long has it been since she kissed me like that? It seems like an eternity to me. Her hands are scratching the back of my neck and I moan involuntarily. She knows very well that this is a sensitive spot for me.

"Damn ... you drive me crazy."

"But you like that, don't you?" She teases me with a grin and kisses my neck.

"No ...," I reply softly, trying to focus on my words, not her touch, which is not easy for me. "I don't like ... I ... I love it."

"Then show me."

"What?" Irritated, I look at her. She puts her lips to my ear and whispers, "Show me how much you love it."

For a moment, my breath stops. - Did she really say that? - But then a grin spreads on my face. "It would be a honor to me."