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And then Logan does sooo

He laughs

And it’s beautiful

It’s a cri Because Logan St Jahs?

He’s heart-stopping

He swaggers confidently back to his side and I sneer at his retreating form The uniformed paintball worker blohistle and explains the rules We get seven un with one hand--like Charlize Theron in Fury fucking Road--and lead o be heroes"

It was a massacre

We never stood a chance

In the end, we tried to rush the into a hail of balls, getting our hearts and guts splattered with blue paint

But we tried--I think Rudy and Charlize would be proud

One of the birthday an a leftover pizza, so we sat at a picnic table to eat together

"I think you cheated," I tell hiain, looking younger, boyish, and I wouldn’t be surprised if cartoon hearts are floating abovedirty if it’s needed"

Hearing Logan say "dirty" in his accent, with that full, strong mouth, makes my stomach flip-flop like a fish I put the rest ofit away

"You like to win"

He nods "I do But you surprisedto be"

I pick at the chipping green paint on the picnic table, feeling weirdly shy

"Thank you"

And Logan’s voice turns quiet, husky Alirl? Was it a good birthday?"

I look up, et it"

And I sense his dark eyes on lad"

After a ot et it?"

"No"

I try a second tian reaches out slowly and runs his fingers over the apple of ently down to my jaw My eyes slide closed at the sensation It feels like a caress

And I could totally be i it, but--screw it, it’s my birthday, so I’ers just a little longer than needed

When I open htfulness, an intensity--a heat--in his dark brown eyes that I know I’

Best Birthday Ever

Two years later

I AM FUCKED SO FUCKED

I’ve suspected as much for a whilebut now I’m certain of it

"Five inches! Stupid i?"

Ellie isn’t Ellie any to her laugh The one I had to watch closely so she didn’t walk into traffic, because she was so distracted telling a story

"What do you think, Liv?"

Or irl at all Maybe that’s what I told myself, focused on, so I’d keep away

Olivia smiles "I think you look beautiful"

These days, I can’t help focusing on other things: like the lovely curve to her hips, the sweet swell of her breasts, that beautiful bubble-arse that I can alainst me and a scent that drives me mad with distraction