OBSESSION

ELEVEN.

Bethany sat alone in her office, staring at her computer screen, though her thoughts were far from the reports in front of her. It was already past seven, and the office was eerily quiet; everyone else had left hours ago. But her heart raced with a different anticipation—the excitement of spending the entire weekend with Logan.

In her car sat her overnight bag, neatly packed with everything she might need. She'd meticulously gone through her wardrobe, trying to pick the perfect outfits and essentials for a weekend that felt like a turning point. Now, all she had to do was wait.

A soft buzz of her phone made her glance down: 

On my way to the parking garage. 

The simple text from Logan sent a flutter through her chest. She grabbed her things, switching off her computer, and made her way down to the garage.

As she reached the bottom floor, the sleek, dark silhouette of Logan's Porsche waited, headlights off, tucked into a quiet corner. He stepped out of the car as soon as he saw her, his smile turning to something warmer, more intense as she approached. Without a word, he pulled her close, his hands resting on her waist as he kissed her deeply, a kiss that held all the pent-up longing from a week apart. Bethany felt her knees weaken, clinging to his shirt as his lips pressed against hers.

When they finally broke apart, Logan gave her a soft smile and reached for her bag. "Here, let me take that," he said, placing it in the trunk.

Bethany raised an eyebrow, looking at the car. "No driver tonight?" she asked, surprised.

Logan shut the trunk and turned to her with a knowing grin. "Not tonight," he said, slipping an arm around her waist. "I don't want to share you when I already have to share you all Saturday and most of Sunday. Tonight, you're all mine."

Bethany felt her cheeks warm as they slid into the car, Logan behind the wheel. She relaxed into the seat, letting herself be fully present with him, feeling the quiet thrill of the evening ahead.

As they pulled out of the garage, Logan started chatting about his week, and she could tell from his tone how much work had been riding on his shoulders.

"There's so much happening all at once," he admitted, his gaze focused on the road. "Especially with the apartment project and the grand opening event. I need this weekend as much as I need air."

"If you need an extra pair of hands, I'd be happy to help with the party planning," Bethany offered, genuinely eager to take some weight off his shoulders.

Logan chuckled, throwing her a sidelong glance. "I appreciate it, but I already hired an event planner. They're dealing with the details."

"Oh," she said, feigning nonchalance. "I meant it more as... you know, a friend. Just lending a hand."

Logan glanced at her with a teasing smile. "Friends, huh? Are we just friends now?"

Bethany's breath caught, unsure how to answer. His words were playful, but a part of her felt the weight behind them. She opened her mouth, unsure how to respond, but he laughed softly, reaching over to squeeze her hand.

"I'm just teasing, Bethany," he said gently.

But the question lingered in her mind, nagging at her. Remembering Sierra's cutting words from earlier in the week, she couldn't shake the feeling that she needed clarity, not just for herself but for the two of them. "Actually, Logan... I think we should put a title on what we're doing. It might save us some complications down the road."

Logan's face softened as he turned to her, his eyes serious. "Bethany, you should know by now that we're more than casual. I wouldn't be doing any of this with you if I didn't take it seriously."