Logan was my best friend; we had been best friends since elementary school. I'm sure there were rumors about us dating, but we both had other relationships. We were just really great friends. He was good looking, tall, dark hair, dark blue eyes. The opposite of my short, brown eyed, strawberry blonde self. We parted ways in college, but we still kept in touch.
It was winter break, and I had recently broken up with my long time boyfriend. It wasn't pretty, and I was glad to be going home to have a change of scenery. I didn't have a car, so when I came home on breaks, I would take the train. When I got to the stop closest to my hometown, I searched the parking lot through the train windows for my parents minivan, but I couldn't see it. I figured maybe they couldn't get a good spot and parked further down the street or walked. There was snow on the ground, but it was in the mid 30s so still pretty nice. I gathered my luggage and headed off the train.
I was preoccupied with rolling my bag through the slush and not really paying attention to the people in the train station. I walked through the doors and heard a familiar voice yell, "Hey stranger, do I know you?"
I gasped, "Logan! What are you doing here?"
"I ran into your mom at the store, and she said you were on your way, so I asked if I could steal you for the afternoon."
"You're a life saver; I need some good old fashioned Logan/Elle time."
He grabbed my bag, and I followed him to his car. He drove to his parents house while we caught up on what had been happening since we last talked. He and his girlfriend had broken up around the time Sam and I had, and we laughed at our patheticness.
Logan's parents were out of town, so we had the house to ourselves. We settled down to watch a movie on the couch. The warmth of sitting close to Logan and the train ride made me sleepy, and I must have dosed off a bit, because I woke up to see Logan staring at me.
"What?"
"Sam's an idiot. You're beautiful inside and out."
This took me by surprise. I had never considered myself pretty, and I certainly didn't expect Logan to think so.
"You're not too bad yourself," I said as a chill went through me.
This was so strange yet familiar at the same time. Logan saw me shiver and motioned for me to scoot closer while he reached for a blanket. We started a new movie while he rubbed my back and neck. I could smell his cologne, spicy and woodsy, getting whiffs of it as he rubbed the knots out of my muscles.
"Ah that feels good," I sighed, looking up at him.
He cupped my face in his hands, and his lips brushed mine tentatively.
"Logan, are you sure about this? What if we end up hating each other?"
"I could never hate you, Elle. I want to give us a try. We've been so scared to give us a chance, but I know even if we don't end up married or stay together long term, I'll always be here for you. Will you go on a date with me tomorrow?"
"Of course"
We cuddled until the movie ended then Logan drove me home. He gave me a long, deep kiss goodnight before I got out of the car.
When I got to my room, all my feelings came at once. Shock, that this was actually happening. Nervousness, for what this means for our friendship. Excitement, to see where this leads. Giddy, at thought of being with Logan on a deeper level. I've occasionally wondered what it would be like to be in a relationship with Logan, but I always quickly dismissed the thought.
It wasn't that I wasn't attracted to Logan, I was; I just never expected him to find me attractive. I was short; my curly medium length hair was hard to tame; I felt like my brown eyes were way too big for my face. Logan was tall and muscular, while I was petite and thin. I don't know when my feelings for Logan changed from platonic to romantic. There wasn't a boom moment; it was gradual in the little things of our friendship. How he is always there for me, the way he makes me laugh when I'm sad, how he remembers how I like my coffee and what my favorite pizza toppings are, and that I hate mushrooms. It's in the way he doesn't make fun of me when I ask dumb questions, the way we can talk about super deep topics or nothing for hours. I realized then that my feelings for Logan were stronger than I thought. I was in love with my best friend.
Logan picked me up that evening for our date. I wore a short black wrap dress that let my B cup breasts peak over the top of the neckline. Logan was wearing gray pants and a dark blue dress shirt that perfectly accentuated his eyes. Even though we had spent hours and hours together, the sight of him at the door gave me butterflies in my stomach. He greeted me with a quick kiss and opened my car door while I got in.
We ate at a new place in town and my nerves settled down as we ate and started talking. We talked until I glanced at the clock. "AHH Logan the movie starts in 10 minutes!" We quickly settled the bill and hurried to the theater.
The movie had already started by the time we got there so we quietly snuck in the back.
Throughout the movie we shared popcorn, and Logan put his arm around me. It was so nice to feel close to him.
I felt safe with Logan, unlike my relationship with Sam. I didn't have to worry that everything I did might upset him. Sam always had "tips" of what I could do to look better, be more sexy, just overall be "better." With Logan I could just be myself; he liked my silly side and didn't criticize my mistakes, and if I were upset he didn't make me feel guilty about how I was feeling.
Logan was always thinking of others, which I loved about him. Sam, on the other hand, was too wrapped up in himself to care about anyone else unless it affected him. It was nice just to relax, and be myself.
When Logan stopped in front of my house to let me out, we talked for a bit and started kissing. I'd been kissed before, but it was different with Logan. Everything was different; every time he touched me I felt my heart race. When our lips touched, I felt my panties moistening and my breath quickening. He was like the sweetest tasting water on Earth, and I had an insatiable thirst. The more we kissed, the more I craved.
We reluctantly broke apart and breathlessly said goodbye. I was glad it was dark because I was pretty sure there was a wet spot on my dress.
