And that day, at the Camelot, although you know now that it wasn't the case, but it stills feels for you that he'd saved your life. That he'd rushed to help you.
Like he'd cared.
Like before.
But not really like that.
And you let yourself slip, do the thing you have been helping yourself doing since you'd started to hang out more together, since his mom.
You kiss him. You don't exactly know what was your aim, but you happen to kiss him at the corner of the mouth. And it leaves him reaction less for enough time for you to panic. To process what you just did.
It doesn't make any sense.
But when you start to fly away he spins you around and pulls you into a passionate kiss. It seems like he'd just been waiting for this moment to happen. Or maybe he'd just realized that he wanted this too.
You feel his lips part and remember the feelings you've been repressing for a year. Sensations, scents. Your shirt hitches up when he pulls you closer. And it makes you remember the way he'd undressed you that day.
The taste of him is still the same and you're amazed that you still remember it that well. You hear him take a harsh breathe and know he feels the same.
When it both slams your minds, you part with astonishment. You just moved on. You both still love Lilly but you don't need her anymore.
She'd shown the way. Now you get to walk it down without her.
And you remember why Logan and you used to hate each other since she's gone.
Because somehow... you've always loved each other.