Chapter Eleven-Confessions of the Heart: There's No Turning Back Now

I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do

About you now…

And all the roads we have to walk are winding

And all the lights that lead us there are blinding

There are many things I would like to say to you, but I don't know how

Because maybe

You're gonna be the one that saves me

And after all

You're my wonder wall.Oasis

After a successful movie night of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, Logan had been invited back, three consecutive weeks.

The third week he spent in Stars Hollow, Lorelai had decided upon 'Casablanca'…again. Luke had complained, Logan had said nothing, and Rory had been just as excited as her mother.

They ordered pizza, ate burgers, and listened to Luke complain more. Logan agreed to eat salad, which he actually liked, receiving dirty looks from both Rory and Lorelai. It had, at least, started to put Logan on Luke's good side, though he still had a long way to go before he was even remotely good for Rory.

As the two couples sat in silence, watching Casablanca, Logan looked over at Rory and smiled. He liked seeing her like this…at home, with her family…being herself, and being comfortable.

A smile played across his features as he watched her eat, and share jokes with her mother, who was being held by Luke.

Over the past few months, he had really gotten to know Rory. They didn't start out on the best of terms. She thought he was a snobby rich boy who got everything he wanted. Yachts, girls, money…and for the most part, she was right. He did get what he wanted…most of the time. Girls fell at his feet, one conquest after another. A bubbly, mindless blonde here, a sexy brunette there…money to wine and dine them…yachts to bed them…

He had thought of her as a little too passive, very set in her ways…a bit too quick to judge…and sheltered.

Following their first few couple of encounters, as they ran into each other more and more…their views of each other changed.

Rory saw a different side to Logan. A gentler, more caring side. Logan saw a different side to Rory: a more adventurous, outgoing side. After that, Logan fell. He didn't understand how he could feel like that. He hadn't felt that way in a long time, but something about Rory was different. It made him actually want to feel. He was scared. For once, the great Logan Huntzberger was afraid of something.

But that night, sitting there on the floor of Rory's living room, watching this movie with her mother, and her mother's boyfriend, and watching how happy she was, and how happy she looked with him, it lessened the fear. He felt…comfortable…relieved…and happy. Something he wasn't used to.

She looked back at him, and smiled. Her blue eyes sparkled as they met his, and his face lit up. He felt something in his stomach…like butterflies. Every time she looked into his eyes.

And at that moment, he realized something: He, somehow…over all these months of knowing her, had fallen in love with her.

She leaned back, and settled against his chest, his arms wrapped around her waist.

He kissed the top of her head, and leaned his head down, so that his cheek was pressed against hers.

"Rory…" he whispered.

She shivered. Every time he said her name, she felt chills. And, feeling him holding her, feeling his face against hers…it felt so right.

"Hmm…" she replied.

"I think….I…love you," he finished, barely audible. But she heard it. It took her a while to process what he had just said to her. She didn't think it was real. Maybe she had fallen asleep. She'd see the movie so many times, that it had made her sleepy. But then, she realized. She was very much awake, and it was very real. Finally, a smile lit up her face.

She turned her head to face him, still smiling. She looked into his chocolate eyes, and she knew it too. She had tried for so long to deny she had feelings for him, let alone the fact that she loved him.

But this was it…he had admitted it. He had fallen in love with her. There's no turning back now. There are more than strings, now, she thought.

"I love you, too," she mouthed. He smiled, and ran his fingers through her soft, brown hair, pulling her close.

He kissed her gently, and pulled away; letting out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

This is it, he thought. There's no turning back now. Normally, it would scare him.

But he couldn't be happier.