So, this is theoretically the last chapter of this story. I actually wanted to upload the epilogue as well, but it's late and I have to work tomorrow. So I will upload it during the next few days. But there is no reason to be sad because I'm already working on a sequel. But for now I hope you enjoy reading this chapter. See you soon.

Logan said goodbye to his therapist and slowly walked down the stairwell. His two-week "vacation" that Dr. Richards had given him were over, so today it was back to getting to the bottom of his problems. Logan had feared that these two hours would spoil the good mood he had gotten into lately, but fortunately it wasn't as bad as expected. They talked about Logan's new living arrangements, about the fact that school was about to start again and of course about Camille. Thinking of her, Logan pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked it for messages. Camille had told him while he was at the therapy center that she was in the process of getting her driver's license. Today was her final exam and she had told Logan that she would contact him as soon as she had her result. But so far this had not been the case. He didn't know if this was a good or a bad sign. He left the building and walked across the parking lot, still thinking about his therapy session. He jumped as a car honked right behind him. He turned around, staring in amazement at the unfamiliar black car. He was 100% sure that he had never seen this car before, but he had seen the person in the driver's seat, who waved at him excitedly. He ran to the passenger side and opened the door. "Camille?!"

She beamed at him. "Hey, Logan. Come on, get in."

"Does that mean you passed your exam?"

She tilted her head indecisively. "No, I didn't pass. But then I thought, screw them, I know how to drive. So I went to my brother's, took his car and came here to pick you up."

Logan's eyes widened. "Camille! You didn't-?!"

Her laugh interrupted him. "Gosh, you didn't really believe me, did you?" Still giggling, she handed him her new driver's license. Logan looked at it for a few moments, then he grinned. He sat down in the passenger seat, leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Congratulations, baby." He hesitated for a moment, then he asked cautiously, "But your brother knows you have his car, right?"

She laughed again. "Yes, he knows, don't worry. I left him a note."

"Camille . . ."

She rolled her eyes. "What's the matter with you today? Where's your sense of humor?"

Logan smiled apologetically. "Sorry. I guess my mind is somewhere else."

Camille smiled. "That's good. Because that's exactly why I'm here."

"I don't follow."

"I thought after everything that's been going on lately, you needed something to take your mind off things." Ignoring his questions, Camille started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot.

"We're almost there. Just a few more steps."

Curious, Logan followed Camille through an unfamiliar park. Suddenly she deviated from the path, and led him through a thicket until they reached a small creek. Logan looked around. The "shore" was overgrown with trees and bushes all around, so no one could see them from the normal path.

"What is this?"

Camille smiled and pulled a blanket out of the bag she had taken from the car. Spreading it out on the grass-covered ground, she declared, "This is my happy place."

Logan frowned. "I thought I was your happy place."

Camille sat down on the blanket and smiled at him. "You are my happy place now. But when I was a kid, it was this place. My family and I took a trip here in this park once. However, I got bored after a while and went exploring. That's when I found it."

"How many people know about it?" Logan asked while sitting down next to her on the blanket.

"I never told somebody."

"Not even your girl-friends?"

"No, because it was supposed to be my little secret."

"And now you've told me."

"I did," she confirmed, kissing his cheek.

"How long can we stay?"

"As long as you want," Camille said softly, resting her head on his shoulder. Sudden dogs barking and children laughing distracted them. Curious, Camille peered through the thicket and saw a family strolling down the paths, laughing. A golden retriever was sniffing at all kinds of trees and flowers. Two little boys, apparently twins, four or five years old, ran after the dog, their parents followed them with amused and happy expressions. They held hands, smiled at each other. Then the man suddenly stopped and gave his wife / girlfriend a kiss. One of the twin boys shouted something, causing the parents to pull away from each other. With beaming faces, they caught up with their children and gradually disappeared from Camille's point of view. Smiling, Camille sat back down on the blanket, looking at Logan. There was something in his eyes that worried her. She carefully placed a hand on his. "Everything okay?"

Logan nodded absently. "Yes . . . I was just thinking of old times . . . very old times."

"If you want to talk about it . . ."

Logan sighed deeply. "My parents . . . they were soul mates. Which is kind of funny because they were the complete opposites of each other. Mom was always straight forward. She was always laughing, joking, and caring about everything and everyone. But she could also get very angry from time to time. And Dad . . . he was a lot calmer. Kind, fair and helpful. No matter what your problem was, you could always talk to him and never have to worry that he might make fun of you. He would have done anything for us. Also, he was the only one who managed to calm Mom down when she was upset." He paused for a moment, then murmured under his breath, "I miss them."

Instead of saying anything, Camille snuggled close to him, kissing the soft spot on the back of his neck. They sat in silence for a long time, until she said, "I wonder if they would have liked me."

Logan turned his head to her in surprise. "Liked you? They would have loved you."

"Are you sure?" she asked a little uncertainly.

"Yes." His voice sounded so honest that it made her smile.

They spent the entire afternoon at Camille's happy place. Sometimes they spoke to each other, but most of the time they spent in comfortable silence, sharing light touches and soft kisses. When the evening came, they decided - reluctantly - to head back home. Logan sat relaxed on the passenger side, looking out the window. From time to time he would watch Camille drive. And whenever she noticed his looks, she smiled softly.

Camille stopped in front of Logan's house, but at first he made no move to get out of the car. He looked at Camille. "Text me when you get home. I want to make sure you're okay."

She raised her eyebrows. "Don't you trust my driving skills?"

"Of course I do. But please text me anyway, okay?"

She nodded and he leaned in to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. Then he got out and closed the car door. He walked around the car to the driver's side, leaning down slightly so he could talk to her through the open window. "Thanks for today," he said quietly and kissed her. Camille beamed at him. "You're welcome."

He glanced at the house, then turned back to her. "Are you sure you don't want to stay the night? It's getting dark."

She shook her head. "My parents are waiting for me."

Logan tilted his head to one side. "I know your parents aren't my biggest fans, but I still have a hard time believing that they actually want you to drive all the way back to Los Angeles at this late hour."

"I promised Jake I'd give him his car back today."

Logan leaned a little further into the car. "If he gets angry, I'll take all the blame," he whispered, flashing her with his best smile.

"Are you trying to convince me to stay with the help of your sexy smile?" she asked, amused. He nodded. "That's exactly what I do." He saw the indecisiveness on her face, the desire to stay with him and the fear of upsetting her parents. He stroked her cheek with two fingers. "Stay," he whispered. Camille looked into his eyes and saw . . . fear. He was afraid for her. This showed her that he still wasn't over the incident when she got hurt. She swallowed, and finally nodded. "Okay."

"All right, I texted my parents that it's too late for me to drive all the way back home and that I don't want to take any risks. They'll understand that," Camille said as she walked into Logan's room and quietly closed the door. Logan turned to her, looking at her closely in the shine of the bedside lamp. She was wearing one of his t-shirts again, this time a dark blue one, which he thought looked amazing on her. Suddenly he felt something, very deep inside. A feeling of incredible gratitude towards Camille. He thought back to the afternoon. When was the last time he spoke to anyone about his parents, besides his therapist or his sister? He had told Camille about them before, had told her his whole story. But he hadn't told her about his parents' personalities or how much he missed them. Because every time he tried to talk about it, it hurt. However, today he did talk about it and he has no regrets. He was grateful to Camille for being with him, even though she knew how much shit he'd endured and how hard it was for him be a good boyfriend. He felt respect and appreciation for the person he owed so much, loved so much, even though he couldn't always say it.

Camille was about to ask Logan what he was thinking when he slowly walked towards her. He took her hand. "Come," he whispered, gently pulling her over to the bed. He made her lie down while he bent over her. His lips touched her forehead, her cheeks and finally her lips. His kiss was deep but also gentle. Something was different, Camille could feel it very clearly. The fire, the sexual tension that always existed between them whenever they got closer was now replaced by something else. Camille couldn't name it, but it was like there was a much deeper connection between Logan and her. Logan kissed her stomach and at the same time she could feel his fingers caressing the tender skin of her thighs. Pleasant goosebumps covered her body. His lips left her stomach and touched her where his fingers had been a few seconds ago. Then he looked up at her. "I want to try something different tonight."

First she felt excitement, then anticipation. She knew she could trust him. She nodded, smiling. "Okay, go ahead."

The intense feeling she felt when his mouth touched her most sensitive spot was almost too much for her. "Oh . . ." was all she could say. This new feeling created in her mind the image of crashing waves breaking on rocks, each wave a little wilder than the one before. She was shocked at how quickly she climaxed. Logan raised his head, his eyes fixed on her. "That was quick."

"Sorry," Camille replied guiltily.

"Don't apologize," Logan said seriously, coming back to the top of the bed, kissing her. At first Camille thought it was weird, because she knew where his lips had been. But then she didn't care anymore and hungrily deepened their kiss. Logan's hands roamed her stomach, then traveled up, caressing her breasts. Camille moaned. Logan broke the kiss, smiling softly at her. Then he moved back to her thighs, kissing every single spot until she suddenly felt that intense feeling again. She arched her back and closed her eyes. The image of crashing waves was back in her head. "No, no, no, no . . ." she whispered when she felt that she was very close again. She didn't want to cum so quickly, but her body betrayed her, couldn't resist Logan's feel-good skills. So she climaxed for the second time, breathing heavily as her body tried to come down. "Babe," she whispered breathlessly, "you have to stop. Seriously, you're killing me."

He obeyed and lay down next to her. Camille snuggled up to him while Logan began rubbing her back in a soothing manner.

"What was that?" she asked him after a while. Logan was silent at first, then he said, "I think we've just reached a new level in our relationship."

Camille silently agreed. She felt it too. They had become closer, not sexually, but emotionally. A deep trust bound them together now. Logan stroked her cheek, kissing the top of her head. "Get some sleep, babe," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her. Camille closed her eyes, almost falling asleep when she murmured, "The lamp is still on . . ."

"I'll turn it off."

Camille opened her eyes again, looked at her boyfriend. "Are you sure? You know, we can leave it on if you want."

Logan smiled softly, kissing her forehead before bending over and turning off the lamp on his bedside table. "I'm not afraid of the dark anymore."