And It All Comes Down To You by Kyra Lennon Read Free Book Online Page B

go home tomorrow and I won’t see you for months, and I’ll let myself forget how amazing today has been. And I know it wasn’t perfect, but it kind of was because we’re both here together, and that’s something I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember. It all comes down to you, Logan. Every time.”
    Logan closed his eyes, blowing out a slow breath, and a huge shuddering sigh pushed past my lips. I’d ruined it.
    I pushed his hand away, but as it fell from my cheek, he used it to take a hold of my waist. “If you were brave,” he said, softly.
    “Right. But I’m not. I’m stupid. And I’m sorry.”
    I attempted to push him away again but Logan pulled me closer, and this time our bodies did touch. Our wet clothes seeped into each other, and I stared at him, confused. Why hadn’t he said those words I’d expected to hear every time I’d imagined telling him how I felt? “Marnie, you’re a really nice girl, and I love having you as a friend, but...” Those were the words I’d tried to run away from, because they had to be coming, didn’t they? Only in movies does the guy say what you truly want to hear.
    “Marnie. Do you think I invited you out today because I have no other friends? Or that I suggested staying over because I couldn’t be bothered to drive home again? I wanted you to come with me, and I didn’t want to go home because if we had I wouldn’t have had the chance to spend the day with you.”
    “What?” The word spluttered out because I hadn’t fully taken in what he’d said. It was hard to do with him so close. So focused on me.
    He smiled and I couldn’t help it, I rested my hands on his damp hips. Part of the reason was to keep myself upright as his words began to trickle into my consciousness. The other part was that I wasn’t afraid anymore. It was okay to touch him now.
    God, it felt good.
    “I don’t stay away from you because I want to. I stay away from you because I don’t know if you really want me around.” He laughed softly. “Well, I didn’t know.”
    My eyes narrowed slightly. “How could you have not known? And if you thought that, why did you invite me to the festival?”
    He tilted his head to one side. “If you thought I felt sorry for you, why did you come?”
    Fair point.
    “So… are you? I mean…”
    Nope. There weren’t enough words to explain what I wanted to say. My mouth had fully dried out, my tears were still falling, and my hair now clung to my cheeks as my clothes stuck to my body. Somehow, with Logan pressed against me, none of that mattered.
    “I want to see you,” Logan said, his mouth hovering so close to mine his breath warmed my cheek. “All the time. I want to be with you.”
    All I could do was nod. I wanted to tell him I wanted that too, but I’d said enough. More than enough. I lowered my eyelids, glancing at Logan’s lips as they moved slowly closer to mine. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
    His lips brushed mine softly, feather light, and everything around us faded into the background. The only things left in the whole world were Logan and me, our mouths pressed together, our hands holding each other tightly, clinging to each other, to the moment. Every part of our bodies touched, and that fire re-ignited inside me again. The warmth of him seeped into my skin, into my bones, floating through my bloodstream and making my heart swell in my chest.
    “How inappropriate would it be if I made a remark about getting you out of those wet clothes?” Logan murmured before kissing me again. His husky tone made my knees buckle and I held him tighter.
    “Totally inappropriate,” I told him, running a hand through his thick, rain-sodden hair. “I like it.”

Present
    Lydia’s grin perfectly mirrors mine as she reaches for my hands across the table and squeezes them, letting out a squeal of excitement.
    “I can’t believe you finally told him.”
    “I can’t believe it either. If I’d stopped to think it through, I would