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W hen I head outside, Logan is sitting on the edge of the porch, much to my surprise. “Hey, Lo,” I say. Logan doesn’t seem surprised to hear me.
“Salutations, Patton,” he says. I walk over and sit next to him. The full moon creates highlights on his face.
“So..” I start, legs swinging. “What’d ya wanna talk about?”
“Well, I actually have something on my mind, something that has been for a while.” I raise an eyebrow. “You see, Patton, I have grown quite fond of you over the past few years.” I catch myself blushing. “I cannot help it. You are kind, funny, caring, sweet, childish, innocent, and so much more.”
“Well, I could say the same thing.” Logan glances at me. “You’re smart, you know how to handle anything, and you’re really cute when you’re mad.” For once, Logan doesn’t correct me. “I honestly don’t remember when I didn’t feel this way for you…” I take a deep breath. “I don’t remember when I didn’t love you.”
Logan sighs. “Is that what this feeling is?” he asks. “These butterflies in my stomach, the heat in my cheeks when you draw near? The desire to be right by your side, the wish to hold you dear?” I chuckle.
“You sound like a poet,” I remark. “It’s cute!” I slide my hand onto Logan’s. “And, yes, that’s what love is.”
“Well, then, Patton,” Logan says, “I love you, too.”
I’m suddenly aware of just how close we are. The moment feels right, but I don’t want to push Logan past his boundaries, so I ask first.
“Hey, Lo?” I ask, my voice a whisper. “Can I.. can I kiss you?” Logan doesn’t say anything, but I can see him nod, so I lean in.
We’re both cautious at first, but my heart is on fire and I taste remnants of Crofter’s and this feels so right and—
Logan pulls away first. “Patton, that was… extraordinary,” he breathes. I love his voice with the faintest trace of a British accent, the way he talks, the way he kisses, and I want more .
I kiss him again, passionate and desperate. I’ve never felt anything like this, this passion, this desire, this overwhelming need and I open myself up to it with no restraints because this is perfect. I can imagine myself spending forever with him, being his one and only, never letting this go, never letting him go. It’s a wonderful visual that fills my heart with unbridled joy and love and adoration and need, an unabashed need that I may never be able to fill no matter how long we’re together and—
When Logan pulls away again, I whine softly. “Patton, I understand that you are enjoying yourself, but there is something I feel the need to bring your attention to.” I raise an eyebrow. “Your wings, Patton.”
I gasp and whirl my head around. Sure enough, my wings are there, and they haven’t changed one bit. I bite back a squeal, giddy with excitement.
“Shall we go tell the others?” Logan asks, standing up and extending a hand to me.
“Maybe later,” I reply, but take his hand and stand up. “For now, I just wanna enjoy being with you.” Logan nods, still holding my hand. I hum softly, my head resting on Logan’s shoulder, our hands intertwined, and a wing wrapped around him. I can definitely get used to this.