With one last look, Logan made sure everything was set up the way he wanted. Now all he had to do was - the doorbell made him jump and only one thought flashed through his mind. 'Too early!' But a look at the clock told him that it was later than he had thought, and that Camille had arrived at the right time. He nervously ran his hand through his hair, then straightened his new, stylish green t-shirt, also checking his new deodorant. He went downstairs and took a deep breath before opening the door. She looked as fantastic as ever, and even though he knew she never made any demands on him, he always felt underdressed around her. But her bright smile, which he always secretly told himself was only meant for him, quickly calmed him down. "You look amazing," he told her with a smile.

"You too," she replied and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "New shirt?"

"Huh? Oh no, not new."

"I see." She walked past him into the house, but then stopped and turned to him. "But next time you might want to remove the price tag."

His hand immediately went to his neck, realizing too late that she had been kidding. He smirked. "So naughty," he said and put his arms around her, pulling her close.

"Only for you," she replied with a grin and rested her head on his shoulder. "You smell nice."

"Only for you," he said, and she laughed. They stood there for a moment, already feeling the joyful tension building up between them. Then Logan took a step back, clearing his throat. "Um, are you hungry? I made pizza. I thought we could eat something first and watch a movie. But if you've already eaten, we could-"

Camille noticed that he wanted to take things a little slower, that he needed the delay to feel more comfortable. She smiled. "No, I haven't eaten yet. And pizza and movie sound really great."

After dinner they cuddled together on the couch until Logan said, "Oh, Kendall told me that he, you and Jo made up."

"Oh, right. Jo had been feeling insecure around Kendall for a while and she had known Lucy before the party and had always been a little surprised that Kendall was with her instead of Lucy. She said the two of them had a lot more in common, plus Lucy is an attractive girl. She was secretly worried about that, and when it came out at the party that Kendall and Lucy had already dated, it was like her worst fears were coming true. It was just too much for her. But we're friends again, everything's fine."

Jo was actually sorry, especially about the fact that she had spoken badly about Logan, who still didn't know about it. Because Camille, Kendall and Jo had agreed not to tell him about it, for Jo's sake. Jo was really sorry and there was no reason to burden Logan with it. He liked Jo and knowing this would only have made him insecure and sad.

"Well, I'm glad you guys are friends again," Logan said after Camille's explanation.

"Really?"

He nodded. "Of course. Because as long as you two didn't talk to each other, you were sad, and I don't like it when you're sad. I prefer to see you happy."

Once again, Camille thought about how special Logan actually was. Grinning, she pulled him down for a kiss. "Same here."

They kissed and Camille was sure she was ready. But tonight she wanted to let Logan set the pace, to make sure he wouldn't feel overwhelmed. He had planned everything, invited her to his house, it was his evening. She just hoped that he wouldn't change his mind at the last moment. She thought it would be some time before he was ready to take the next step, so she was very surprised when he suddenly asked, "Do you . . . do you wanna go upstairs?" He whispered the question more than he spoke it. Camille smiled and stroked his cheek slowly, soothingly. "Yes."

"I like what you did in here," Camille said, looking around Logan's room as Logan drew the curtains over his windows and turned on some table lights to give the room a special atmosphere.

"Not too much, is it? I wasn't sure about the number of pillows."

"No, it's very comfortable." She turned to him and saw how he was standing there, helpless, didn't know what his next step was. She walked over to him and gave him a warm hug. "Why so tense, honey?"

"I'm just a little nervous about disappointing you."

"Logan, you could never disappoint me."

She felt him nod and she gently scratched the back of his neck until he relaxed a little. "Is there anything I can do to make this easier for you?" she whispered in his ear. He shook his head. "No, you're here, that's all I need."

"Why don't we sit down for a while?" Camille suggested. Logan agreed, but she waited until he turned to the bed first. He sat down, pulled her onto his lap, smiled at her. "Hi."

"Hi."

He gently cupped her face, pulling her into a tender kiss. She kissed him back, snuggling closer to him to let him know she was open and ready for physical contact. Then she heard his voice in her ear, "Can you help me?"

"Anything you want." She made him lie down on his back, her hands running over the smooth fabric of his t-shirt. "May I? I wanna see your handsome body."

"Handsome?" he asked with a slight chuckle, but he let her do it. She pulled the shirt over his head, hands and lips roam over his body. She paused when she reached the hem of his jeans, searching his eyes for any sign that he didn't want to let her continue. But she couldn't find anything negative and so she freed him from his jeans, let her hand slide further down. It was her first time doing something like this, but she was confident about her skills. After all, Logan wasn't the only one who knew something about research. But despite her efforts, there was no visible response from him. She guessed that he was still too nervous and tense to react to her attempts. So she changed tactics. She positioned her legs at his sides, and when she was sure she had his attention, she removed her top, then her jeans. His eyes never left her.

"You like it?"

He nodded. "Very."

She thought his voice sounded a little deeper than usual. She smirked. "Show me."

It didn't take long for Logan and Camille to forget everything around them. And Camille noticed that Logan was relaxing more and more because he was able to do things he was already comfortable with, things that her reactions to showed him how much she enjoyed being touched by him. And when she was sure that his tension and nervousness had subsided, she decided to try again. And so she stopped his hands from pleasuring her. "Wait . . ."

"Is something wrong?"

"Everything's perfect. I just don't want to cum . . . not yet."

He understood and she leaned over him, kissing him passionately as she let her hands wander back down. She could feel him, but an instinct told her that he didn't feel like he was supposed to. Nevertheless, she did her best to make him enjoy it, but the desired effect still didn't occur. And while she was still thinking about a solution to this problem, she suddenly felt his hands on hers, felt him gently pulling her hand away. Then he looked at her – his eyes seemed wet, but maybe it was just the reflection of the warm light in the room – before turning away from her and mumbled in shame, "I'm sorry . . . I'm so sorry, but I . . . I just can't."

"It's okay," she tried to reassure him, because what else could she say? But Logan shook his head violently, banging his fist on the mattress in anger. "No, it's not okay. That shouldn't happen, I had everything planned. Everything was supposed to be perfect, this evening, this night was supposed to be perfect."

"Maybe that was the problem. Maybe you just put too much pressure on yourself. We can try again, another time, without any pressure."

"But it should happen tonight . . ."

"I know," she said sympathetically and put her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder. "I know . . ."

"You said earlier that I could never disappoint you, but now I did."

"No, baby, you didn't. Things like that can happen, we'll just keep trying. There's no reason to be sad."

"I'm not sad," he murmured, but his voice said otherwise. She gently ran her hands through his hair. "We can still make it nice and cozy, and enjoy some togetherness, right?"

He nodded, but she knew it didn't matter what she said, his mind had already drifted off to some dark place where he could brood over what a failure he was. She wrapped her arms around him. "My sweet Logan . . . my sweet, handsome Logan . . ." she whispered over and over again, rubbing her nose into his neck. He sniffed dryly. "What is wrong with me? Why can't I make you happy?"

"You will, you do. We'll try again and then we'll have the best night of our lives, just you and me." She stroked his cheek. "Hey, look at me."

When he didn't respond, she placed a finger under his chin, lifting it gently. "I love you." She was horrified to see a single tear running down his cheek. "I love you too," he whispered hoarsely and buried his head in the crook of her neck, closing his eyes, trying to calm down while she lovingly scratched the back of his neck. And so they remained in their position until they fell into an emotionally-exhausted sleep.