So after riding for 3 days, we stopped in California, outside of a small hotel. We must've looked awful; we had been riding all day. I gratefully took off my flame-painted helmet and shook out my hair. Logan slapped the dust from his leather riding jacket. We both untied a backpack from the back of the bikes, and walked into the hotel. The concierge looks like he stepped out of an old movie; he had on a dusty green uniform with gold trim. He smiled like a used car salesman. "May I help you?"

Logan walked up to the desk. "We would like a room for tonight, please."

"May I have your names?"

"Maia and Logan Howlett."

I smiled. The concierge typed on his computer, then handed Logan a key. "The last door on your left."

I looked around. This was not a bad place. "Thank you."

Logan and I walked down the hall, and found our room. Logan unlocked the door and we walked in. I set down my backpack, and looked at Logan. There was only one bed in the room. For a second I freaked out, but I breathed deeply, and told myself to chill. Logan looked as embarrassed as I felt. "I can sleep on the floor..."

No, he couldn't. It would be fine. It was a king size bed, after all. "No, we can share, just not..."

Our conversation trailed off into an uncomfortable silence. I sat on the bed, because there was nowhere else to sit, and regretted it when Logan's eyes came to rest on me. Logan looked at me for a long moment, then walked over and stood in front of me. He took my hands. "Maia?"

He sank to one knee, and pulled a box out of his pocket, his eyes burning with determination and intensity as he looked into mine. Oh. My. God. He didn't seem to realize I was hyperventilating, he just kept talking. "Maia, I know that I haven't known you for a long time, but with now I realize that the only thing I am afraid of losing is you. I want you to know how much I care about you. Will you marry me?"

He opened the box, and inside, nestled in the black velvet, was a gold band with a small teardrop diamond in it. I looked at him with tears in my eyes. "Oh, Logan. Yes! Yes, of course!"

He got up and sat on the bed next to me. He took the ring out of the box, and slid it onto my finger. I sighed, and a single tear slid down my cheek. Logan wrapped his arms around me. I leaned my head against his shoulder.

Logan woke up before I did. He had his right arm behind his head, and his left was wrapped around me. I was lying next to him, my head on his shoulder, and my left arm thrown across his chest. My ring sparkled in the light that peeked through the crack in the curtains. We were both still dressed from yesterday. (You Wish! I know what you were thinking. No, we didn't. Thanks.) He kissed me on the forehead, and I smiled; still only half awake. He whispered in my ear. "Will you marry me?"

I stretched and then propped myself up on one elbow. What? "You already asked me that, dummy."

Logan laughed. "I mean today. Now."

What? Yes, I would have. I shrugged. "Yes, I suppose."

Logan smiled and then reached over to grab his cell phone. He pressed a button, sending a text. A moment later, there was a cracking sound and Kurt appeared just inside the door. He scared the crap out of me.

"Kurt!"

I jumped off the bed. He smiled. I knew he was religious, but he wasn't a priest. That's when I noticed the bible in his hand. No. Way. "Logan asked me to preside over the wedding. I got a license online."

Crap. I must have looked shocked. But, come on, can you blame me? "Can you give me a minute? Thanks."

I ran to grab my backpack and then rushed into the bathroom. As I was changing, I heard Logan and Kurt talking. Logan thanked Kurt, and Kurt congratulated Logan. The closest I could get to a white dress was a white tank top and a clean pair of jeans. I walked out of the bathroom. I took Logan's hand, and we stood in front of Kurt. "Go ahead."

Kurt smiled, and began.

Logan shook Kurt's hand. "Thanks again, Kurt."

Kurt waved, and then disappeared with a crack. Logan turned to me. I was confused, but happy. I thought we would leave soon, so I started to pack. "Where should we go now?"

I shouldn't have said it. The second I heard the tone of Logan's thoughts, I could tell he had other plans. I straightened slowly, and turned to him. He smiled brazenly. "Well, you know, we do have the room booked until six..."

He didn't get any farther, because I had thrown my arms around his neck, and was kissing him. He wanted me to, so don't get mad at me. Trust me; I didn't force him into anything. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me back. Behind Logan, the phone rang. He pulled back with a sigh, and answered it, never looking away from me, and never letting me go with his other arm. I could hear the electronic voice on the other end of the line. "Hello! We would just like to remind you that you must vacate the room..."

Logan dropped the phone, pressing his mouth to mine. His arms crushed me to him, holding me tight. He bent down suddenly, and lifted me onto the bed. I was lying on my back, and he had one knee between mine, and one on the other side of my leg. He kissed my hungrily, as he never had before. I could feel his need for me in that kiss and just the thought of it made my heart beat faster. I slid my hands under the back of his shirt, feeling the muscles in his back ripple under my fingers as he moved. He paused, sat up, and pulled his shirt off, throwing it out of the way. Then he bent down and kissed me again, running his hands over my hips. His lips trailed down my jaw bone, nibbling along my collar bone. I trembled, and Logan pulled back for a moment. "Are you sure that this is what you want?"

He tried to sound like he was asking if I wanted to be with him forever. But I saw a deeper, darker question in the back of his eyes; did I want him? I smiled shyly, and hooked my leg around his waist. "All I want is you, Logan."

Logan bent, and kissed my neck again. As he slowly kissed his way up my neck, his hand slid over me, pushing my shirt up. I reached down, grabbed it, and pulled it over my head. I dropped it over the edge of the bed, and wrapped my arms around him once more. His lips met mine, and I knew that we both had exactly what we wanted.