Friday, 10pm in Los Angeles, California. Logan and I are riding around on his motorcycle, my arms locked around his waist never wanting to let go. A night on the town, something we planned to do for the longest time. We were best friends. The best of the best. And I think this was our way of taking it to the next level, subconsciously knowing we both felt like this about each other.
We stopped at a little-known burger joint for a quick bite, since neither of us have had dinner yet. He dismounts the motorcycle and offers a hand to help me off. I smile and accept his kind offer. He pulls me close, with him being about few inches taller than I, he had to look down to me and I up to him. His deep, light brown eyes stare deeply into mine making me blush. He carefully pulls the helmet off my head. He giggles at my helmet hair which makes me blush and try to fix it. He grabs my hands, which are busy trying to flatten my hair, and puts them on his waist. I shift them to his back. He smiles and says, "You look beautiful. The helmet hair is just too adorable on you. You pull off the look." I smile a goofy grin and blush yet again.
"Really?" I ask, "I think it makes me feel like a clown."
"Well, then you are the sexiest clown I have ever met." He says with a smile and a wink. I hide my face and look down totally embarrassed. As I do, his hands leave my waist and caress my face. He pushes the stray hairs behind my ears and leans in for a kiss. My heart pounds as he gets closer and closer. I stand up on my tiptoes and connect with his warm, sweet lips. Total bliss. I hear nothing, feel nothing, and want nothing but Logan. Him and his soft lips, striking eyes, and heart-stopping smile. A gentle lip lock soon progresses into a heated French kiss. Tongues explore and not one inch of our mouths is left unexplored. He lets out a low growl which, in turn, lets a soft moan escape my lips.
"Oh, get a room!" shouts a voice from just down the sidewalk. We both jump nearly 2 feet into the air, for we both forgot we were in the middle of Los Angeles on a near deserted street. We look at each other and laugh. Our eyes never stray from one another. More things are said in this deep stare than words could have imagined saying. One more quick peck of the lips and we walk into the restaurant hand in hand.