The Escape
I didn’t know why I said yes. Maybe it was the way Logan looked at me, like he was daring me to say no. Or maybe I was just tired of running from whatever this thing between us was. Either way, I found myself in his car, the hum of the engine filling the silence between us as we drove.
He didn’t tell me where we were going, and I didn’t ask. I just sat there, staring out the window, watching the world blur by. My fingers fiddled with the strap of my bag, my brain full of questions I didn’t know how to ask.
“Relax, Em,” Logan said, glancing at me with that infuriatingly charming grin. “I’m not kidnapping you.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” I muttered, crossing my arms. He just laughed, like my sarcasm was exactly what he expected.
When he finally stopped the car, I blinked at the view in front of us. We were on a hill overlooking the entire city, the lights twinkling below like a thousand tiny stars. It was… breathtaking.
“I come here when I need to get away,” Logan said, cutting the engine. His voice was quieter now, almost thoughtful. “Helps me think.”
“You? Think? That’s new,” I teased, trying to keep things light, but he didn’t laugh. Instead, he turned to me, his face serious.
“You know, everyone thinks they know me,” he said. “The bad boy, the player, whatever. But it’s like… no one actually wants to see past that.”
I didn’t know what to say. Seeing Logan like this—vulnerable, honest—it wasn’t what I expected. I opened my mouth to respond, but the words got stuck.
“You’re not like them, Emma,” he said, his voice softer now. “You… see me.”
My heart stuttered. Before I could think too much, he leaned in. His lips brushed mine, hesitant at first, like he was giving me a chance to pull away. But I didn’t. I kissed him back, my hands finding their way to his shoulders as his fingers slipped to my waist, pulling me closer.
It was deeper this time. Slower. His lips trailed down to my neck, and I gasped, my mind a tangled mess of excitement and fear. I pulled back, my cheeks burning.
“Logan,” I whispered, my voice shaky.
He didn’t push. He just leaned back, a small smile playing on his lips. “It’s okay,” he said softly. “I’ll wait.”
And the way he looked at me in that moment? It terrified me. Because I wasn’t sure I could wait too.
