Title:
Home
Name:
Joy
Email: SleepingBeauty2@ziplip.com
Rating: PG-13
When is Cindy gonna get
back? Girl just calm down. No need to get all worried. This is Logan… No
worries… Where the hell is Cindy?
"Where have you been?" I
demand when Cindy walks through the door.
"Damn girl… I do ya a favor and
this is the way ya treat me… Ya can deliver your own lover letters from now
on," she snaps back.
"Sorry…I'm just…nervous… What
happened?" Oh, let everything have gone OK.
"Look at my boo, shaking in her
boots… He loved it. He was totally shocked… Brother was still trying to catch
his breath when I left. He shared the wine with me. Ya got great taste in wine
and men," she says with a smile.
"He liked it … Really?"
"Boo, I thought he was gonna
cry when I told him what the Italian meant… I don't think ya could have written
anything better in his eyes."
Tears… I brought tears to his eyes.
Wow. OK… We're good.
"Cindy, can we hit Crash? I
need a distraction from the drama of my life," I say.
"Sure… I'm always up for a
night out," Cindy says grabbing my coat for me.
So I'm watching Logan from his
skylight again. I'm used to talking to him every day and we didn't talk at all
today. He looks completely beat… I wonder what 's working on. I hope it's an
Eyes Only thing, because Logan wouldn't be Logan without his missions.
He keeps smiling funny. Why's he doing that? What's
he up to? It's almost like he is watching TV on his computer… Crap. Has he put
cameras up here? I don't see any. Why the hell is he snickering like that?
I can't take it any more… I'm going in…
Where's he going? Just when I head down… he heads
out. Now that's annoying.
He's rolling this way… Crap.
"Going somewhere Max?" he asks with a
loop-sided grin.
"Well, if you were going out it wouldn't be as
fun to surprise you, now would it?" I say sliding down my rope.
"Well, I just had to retrieve these," he
says handing me coral colored roses. "I've never been a red rose guy.
There just too generic and you, my dear, are not…"
He got me roses… He got me roses. The standard guy
thing when dating commences. He got me roses... I can stop saying that in my
head now.
"Max… You awake… I realize it's almost two but
you seem a little out of it."
"How did you know to get the flowers just now?
How did you know I was coming in?" I ask with great curiosity. That stupid
grin from earlier reappears on his face.
"I'll show you," he says taking my hand,
leading me to the computer room. He just took my hand… no big deal.
On his computer screen there is a view of the roof
from the building across the street. "Since your poem mentioned watching
me from the roof, I couldn't resist watching you watching me… Hope you're not
mad."
Dammit… he is too cute. I should be mad… now I'm
just frustrated and flustered. Breathe, just breathe. I can't take my eyes off
his eyes. At least he can't stand up and kiss me…that would just freak me out.
I have to lean down for us to be close. I'm not sure I'm ready for that.
"You're mad… I won't do it again. I kind of
like the idea of you watching me…" he says in an almost whisper.
"I'm not mad… I'm just not sure what I want to
happen now… When I was up there, I figured we'd play back and forth a bit and
then I'd leave… This is more…"
"Intimate," he says.
Did he have to finish my thought!?! That is just
weird… Man, I want to go home… Why? So I can lie in bed and not sleep thinking
about him?
I look down, "Yeah."
"It doesn't have to be… You can tell me how
much of a dork I am in one form another and we'll be right back on track,"
he says trying to make me feel more comfortable.
He gets a smile for that… I think he liked my smile,
because I just got one of his best. Swallow and breathe. Its just Logan… Logan…
There is no 'just Logan' anymore… Wise crack… Think of a wise crack…
"Well, I wouldn't say you're a dork… a
workaholic with a minor in narcissism maybe… but a dork, definitely not."
Big smile… I'm not sure I knew he had that many
teeth. I just bit my lip. Small reflexes like that are going to get me into
such trouble. My heart is pounding… It sounds like… Wait, no that's his heart
pounding. My heart is pounding too, but I can hear his… So he isn't in as much
control as I thought.
"So while you were spying on me on the roof did
you get a good look at all my assets?" Gotcha! His face just dropped and
is now turning a great shade of pink… Uh-oh I think he his going to get me
back.
"Maybe… maybe not. I guess I'll have to roll
around my apartment wearing fewer clothes at night so your voyeurism will be
complete... So far have you caught me in any embarrassing states?"
"Well, that turtleneck vest combo you had going
last week really needs to go…" Yes! Conversation back to normal… I feel
better… He is smiling big again.
"Want to play chess?" he asks.
I changed my mind… I want to take a chance.
"How bout some music instead?" I ask. He'll like this… He will.
"Sure, what kind?"
"Something we can dance to."
"Uh…"
I go to the CD player and put in some classical. I
walk toward Logan. His eyes are getting so big… I can do this. I want to feel
his arms around me… I sit down in his lap.
"I know you're a strong guy… Ya think you can
dance with me like this?" I say as his breaths become shallow. Our eyes
are searching out each other's. I wrap my arms around his neck and lean my head
against his chest. Slowly his hands come to the wheels and maneuver us in a
dance. His heart is beating frantically, but is beginning to slow… This is
perfect… I love this feeling… The song just ended. He's wrapping his arms
around me… I just want to stay here, right here, in Logan's arms.
Logan kisses my forehead and I look up. His eyes are
so tender. His heart is pounding again. We're gonna kiss… He's going to kiss
me… Our lips are barely touching. It feels like electricity is running through
me. I'm getting lost in his eyes. I shut my eyes to savor this moment… This
perfect moment… I'm looking at him again. He hugs me closer to himself,
stroking my hair.
We've been sitting here holding each other for a
while now… I have work. I have to go. I'm out past curfew. He'll offer the
guestroom… that would be way too tempting. "Logan," I whisper.
"Yeah."
"I need to go… I'll come by tomorrow… I'll even
use the front door."
He tightens his grip on my mid-section. "I'm
not ready to let you go… You can stay…"
I put my finger to his lips. "That would not be
wise," I whisper. I hug him tight and look at him a moment before kissing
him lightly. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight," he whispers back as I slip
from his grasp and head for the door.
"Sleep well…" I say.
"Not a chance," he whispers.
We both smile. This evening turned out better then I
hoped.
