The last twenty-four hours had been the worst. Not only had his girlfriend completely betrayed him, but now he had to take his third shower to get the smell of mustard out of his hair. Walking back to the room wrapped in nothing but a towel, Logan jumped when he saw Quinn sitting there on the couch with her arms crossed.

"What are you doing in here?" He half whispered, half yelled. Was she insane? Michael was right behind him in the bathroom. That's what he got for leaving the door unlocked.

She stood up, "You lied to me, Logan."

"What?"

Now, he needed to play coy. Although many people thought he was stupid, he wasn't. He knew what she meant. He walked past her with his shower caddy and set it on his bed.

"If you're mad at me, you need to just tell me. That's what boyfriends and girlfriends do in a relationship. Like this: Logan, I'm mad at you. See?"

He scoffed, "Alright. I am mad. The one person I expected to have my back didn't. I told you how I felt, and you didn't care."

Her eyes narrowed, "Of course I care! I told you I was sorry. I told you I was still supporting you."

"No," he shook his head, "You told me it was silly."

That's probably what stung the most. It didn't feel good to have things that mattered to him be deemed silly by her. Maybe part of this was his pride talking, too. Because deep down she knew she'd been right. as always.

"And I said I was sorry," she repeated. This time, her voice was sad.

Logan looked her over. He knew that she was sorry. He frowned right back at her, "Aw, baby, don't look at me like that," He couldn't stand to see her upset. It felt like a stab right in the gut. Deciding to put his pride to the side, he opened up his arms, "Come here."

She gave him a small smile and tossed herself into his arms. He chuckled, holding her tightly. As soon as she was right back there, any last little bit of anger left his body.

"I'm sorry for lying to you," he kissed the side of her head, "I promise I'll always tell you the truth."

"Thank you," she whispered back to him.

He pulled away, cupping her cheek. "Besides," he sighed happily, looking into her eyes, "How could I be mad at you for being you? Smart. Wise. Responsible. Kind."

That was only the tip of the iceberg of how he felt about her. She smiled brighter, and that filled his whole stomach with butterflies. He loved to see her smile. And as she brought both of her hands up to his cheeks, he leaned into one. He could just look at her forever. But he knew he couldn't.

"Now, you should get out of here before you have to fling yourself out the window again."

She nodded, "You're right." Standing on her toes, she gave him a quick peck on the lips, "Nice towel by the way."

When she winked at him, he blushed. That was a first—he'd never blushed before in his life. But he looked down at himself, luckily still wrapped up, and shook his head.

He knew that he needed to make it up to her and to show her that he was really sorry for how he handled the whole situation. With not many options, he asked her to join him in the janitor's closet.

In theory, it sounded like a great idea. Dimmed lights, soft music… slow dancing. He even brought her a flower. But, once again, she was right. This wasn't what she deserved. She deserved the world. So he'd give it to her.

At least he'd tried. By the end of the night, he'd ended up under the table, sharing the evening with his four best friends, and walking out with almost a nine hundred dollar bill.

He texted her.

Meet me by our tree

He couldn't leave the night like that. Sneaking out, he had a basket and a blanket.

"What's all this?" She asked.

She was surprised. Good. That was the plan.

This time, he had a few flowers, not dead, in a vase in the middle of the blanket. "You said you wanted romance, and I want you to have romance."

The smile on her face made that familiar warm feeling fill his body from head to toe; she sat down next to him and he threw his arm over her shoulder, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

"This is incredible, Logan." She giggled as he kissed her; that only made him want to do it more. But she pulled away to look at him, "Thank you."

"I'd do anything for you," he answered before he could even stop himself. It's not that it wasn't true, but it was a little sappy. Wasn't it?

She seemed to like it. Logan made a mental note of that; she liked things like that.

Then she looked over her shoulder, "I love that you have decided that this tree is our tree."

Logan shrugged, "Well, yeah. It's where we, ya know… kinda, almost became us."

That made sense, didn't it? Apparently, it had. She leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips which he returned happily. But it didn't deepen; she pulled back before he could let himself get completely lost and upside down.

"So what's in the basket?"

He smirked, turning to grab the basket and set it between him.

He pulled out the dessert carefully, "A chocolate soufflé for two."

Obviously he didn't have enough time to make something fancy; he'd managed to hide the one he'd ordered for Michael and snuck it into the basket. It wasn't warm, which according to his friend was the only way to eat it, but it would due. Grabbing a spoon, he scooped out a bit of the soufflé and held it out towards her lips.

Her eyes shot him that bright look that made his heart skip a beat. She put her lips around the spoon, taking a bite. His mouth gaped open slightly. Everything about her was so breathtaking. After a moment, he realized he must have been staring.

"What?" She chuckled nervously, "Do I have chocolate on my face?"

Logan shook his head, "No. You look perfect."

That was enough to score him another kiss. He felt this one to his core, and it made him shiver.

She pulled away a bit, "What's wrong?"

He shook his head, "Nothing." He kissed her again; he didn't want to stop.

Setting the soufflé down, completely forgetting the dessert, he laid back onto the blanket and pulled her to lay on top of him. He wouldn't dare have her be anywhere near the dirt and the grass. One arm wrapped around her waist and the other tangled in her hair.

It was like no other feeling in the world to have her pressed against him. On top of him like that. Where he could feel every inch of her. But even more so, he could feel that closeness that he'd never felt with anyone else before. No one except for her.

Logan stopped, only for a second, looking up at her. She was looking back, and her eyes looked even prettier under the moonlight.

Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, he whispered, "You're really special, you know that?"

"I do now."