“I’ll take that beautiful tint as a yes.” He states without even waiting for me to answer, and leans down slowly towards me and I think he’s going to kiss me but just as our lips are about to meet my phone bleeps from my coat pocket and stops him. He raises his head and just places a small kiss on my forehead instead.
“We need to get to school. Come on, let’s go.” He gently turns me back around and lifts me easily on to the seat.
I take out my phone to see who’s to blame for Logan not kissing me, and I immediately begin thinking I should have checked it when I got to school. Away from Logan.
Chris: No problem, see you soon anyway and looking forward to hanging out after school. Have a great morning if I don’t get chance to see you before lunch. Xxx
I know Logan saw who it was from, but to his credit, he didn’t mention it, just started driving to school. After I had read the message, I didn’t reply I just put the phone in my bag and changed the radio station to find a better song. Finding one I liked, I smiled and sat back in my seat.
I could see that Logan kept looking at me while driving, with a shocked expression on his face.
“What?” I questioned him after a few minutes. To which he just continued to look at me with the same shocked look on his face. My eyebrows creased together in a frown, I really have no clue as to what the problem could be.
“What?” I ask for second time. He looks at the radio and then back to me. His face is straight. No hint of even a tiny smile on his face.
“Did you just change the radio station in my car without asking permission first?” he asks me. He’s joking right? He’s not that type of guy. Maybe I completely got him wrong?
"Are you serious?” I ask him, but again he just looks between the road, his precious radio and me.
“Sorry I didn’t realize that it would be an issue. It’s just a radio. I can put it back if you want? If I’m allowed to touch it that is?” I say with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. This time he does smile at me. It’s the kind of smile that makes his face look so beautiful, that I know I’m going to find it hard to stay mad at him.
“No, no, it’s fine I don’t mind. I was actually just joking with you. You’re really cute when you get worked up. I like it. You can play whatever station you like.” He says with a chuckle.
“I totally believed you were one of those guys for a while then. I was about to tell you to stop the car and I would have gotten out and walked the rest of the way.” I’m so relieved that he isn’t a car freak. I’m not sure I could have coped with that.
“One of what guys?” He asks just as we are pulling in to the car park at school.
“You know, a car maniac, whose car is their baby and no one is allowed to touch or even breathe near to what is theirs.” He just nods his head as he pulls into a space near the back of the car park. I hadn’t noticed before but this is where he generally parks. Most people always want to park near the front so they have less to walk. But Logan is the opposite. He stays silent while he finishes parking and puts on the handbrake. Then he turns to me and takes one of my hands in his and links his finger with mine. He just looks at it for a while not seeming in any rush to move and get out of the car.
“Alexia?” The way he says it makes it sound like a question.
“Yes?” I reply with the same questioning tone. I take a deep breath, like I waiting for something to happen but unsure of what it is.
“I’m not a car maniac.” He states. I’m not sure where he is going with this so I don’t say anything. I just sit there unmoving.
“However, I do think there is something that you need to understand about me.” I find myself swallowing and it sounds like the loudest thing in here. That and my heart beating twice as fast as usual. I just nod my head slowly.
“I am one of those guys.”
“So you don’t want me to touch radio?” I say slightly confused.
“No you can, just forget about the radio. It’s just... I don’t like it when people touch what is mine. Or even breathe near something that is mine.” He says repeating what I just said to him.
“I am probably the most possessive person you have ever and will ever meet. I am fiercely protective over what’s mine and I’m not afraid to deal with anyone or anything that gets in between me and something that belongs to me.” He has slowly edged closer to me and I have a tingling all through my leg. Needing to break eye contact with him for a few seconds so I can breathe, I look down to find his other hand on my thigh and I realise that explains the sensation in my leg.
“Alexia?”
How does he manage to say my name like that?
No one has ever said my name like that before. He makes it sound like it’s the best word in the entire universe. He has my full undivided
