Chapter 37 Party
Ava's POV
I sighed softly, rolling over to check the time. My phone lit up with Charlotte’s name, buzzing like she was determined to pull me out of my thoughts and maybe she was right to.
I had a shift at the diner, and then… the party.
Groaning, I silenced her texts and sat up. The physical pain from yesterday was gone, but the emotional heaviness hadn’t quite left.
Still, I pushed it aside, took a quick shower, and pulled on my clothes. When I finally checked my phone, another message waited.
Charlotte: Are you coming tonight or what?
I smirked and typed back.
Ava: I don’t know, Charlotte. I’m really not in the mood for a party tonight.
Charlotte: You’re not bailing. Tristan will be there… and so will Logan.
Of course.
Ava: Fine, but only because you’ll never stop texting me.
Charlotte: YES! I’ll make sure Tristan picks you up. Get ready, hot stuff.
I shook my head, amused despite myself.
At night, I found myself in front of the mirror, my heart was beating loudly as I pull down the simple but fitted top I’d chosen.
Dark jeans hugged my curves, and my hair was styled in the way that I never do loose waves, soft and touchable.
I wasn’t sure why I was trying so hard. Maybe I just wanted him to look at me the way he used to… like I was the only girl in the world.
When the doorbell rang, my heart made a nervous little dance. I stepped out to find Logan leaning against his car, arms crossed, looking completely irresistible like he always did.
“Hey,” he said, his voice low and husky. His eyes traveled slowly down my body, a subtle heat in his gaze. “You look... amazing babe”
My cheeks warmed. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”
He stepped closer, his fingers brushing mine before he laced our hands together. “You nervous?”
“A little.”
“I’ll be with you all night,” he murmured, leaning in. His lips barely grazed the side of my ear. “Promise.”
When we arrived at the party there were college students everywhere, music and laughter. But Logan was grounding me the whole time.
His hand at my lower back, his lips brushing my ear whenever he leaned in to talk. Every little touch sent sparks through me.
Tonight is going to be so intense.
At one point, we went to sit into a quieter corner, the noises of the party disappearing into the background.
Logan sat beside me, one arm stretched across the back of the couch, his thigh pressed against mine.
“You’re doing better than I thought you would,” he said with a smile, his fingers trailing along my arm, slow and deliberate.
“Guess I’m full of surprises,” I replied, sipping the sugary drink Charlotte had handed me earlier.
He leaned in, his breath warm against my neck. “You know what else surprises me?”
“What?”
“How hard it is to be around you and not touch you more.”
My breath hitched, pulse quickening in my chest. “Logan…”
His hand moved to my thigh, his fingers brushing the skin just above my knee. “Tell me to stop.”
I didn’t, coz why would I do that when I wanted him too?
Instead, I turned toward him, letting my lips find his in a kiss that started slow questioning but quickly deepened.
His hand went higher, resting on my hip, pulling me closer. My fingers tangled in his hair, and for a moment, the world fell away.
His mouth moved from mine to my jaw, then down the side of my neck, trailing heat in his wake. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered against my skin. “Missed you.”
I felt like I was melting under his touch.
Someone walked past, laughing loudly, and I pulled back slightly, breathing hard.
“We’re still at a party,” I whispered.
His grin was wicked. “Unfortunately.”
Later that night, as the party died down and Charlotte finally declared she was ready to go but she will leave with Tristan, Logan walked me out to his car.
The cold night air made me shiver, and he immediately wrapped his jacket around my shoulders.
“Don't get cold,nerd" Logan said
Once we entered the car, silence enveloped us. But it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was charged.
He turned toward me, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “You sure you want to go home?or should we go to mine?”
I looked at him, heart racing. “I’m not ready to say goodnight yet , let's go to yours”.
The way he looked at me then like he was barely holding himself back made heat flood through me all over again.
“Let's go then,” he said softly. “Just to talk… unless you want more.”
I nodded.