Enraptured

Someone's fingertips briefly touched my earlobe before one of my earbuds was pulled out of my ear. With startled eyes, I turn my head to look at Logan.

"Yes?" I asked, pausing the music on my phone. Logan returned his gaze to the road after a brief glance back at me.

"I said we'd stop at the gas station to get some supplies for the trip. "Are you fine with that?" He inquired, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel to the beat of the song on the radio.

"Sure," I said, shrugging my shoulders. We began our journey at 7 a.m. and have been on the road for two hours. I was experiencing numbness and tingling in my legs and feet, so I suppose it's not a bad idea to take a break from sitting in one position. Logan exited the highway and stopped at the next gas station. He found a parking spot for his black Jeep Wrangler, and we both went into a convenience store.

Logan threw in three packets of marshmallows, a large packet of coals, and other items for the trip, while I pushed the shopping cart for him. I don't mind being a helper as long as the items I'm looking for are in the shopping cart.

While we were in the fifth aisle looking for frozen items, a man who knew Logan approached him. I waited at the end of the aisle for him, but when their conversation didn't end after five minutes, I became bored and wandered around the store.

I ran my fingers across the different packets and flavors of chocolates neatly arranged on the shelves, trying to choose the best one. Hmm… There are numerous options available here. I turned around, sensing someone's gaze on me, but I couldn't see anyone who was wasting their time staring at me. My eyes quickly scanned the room, and everyone appears to be minding their own business. I turned around, frowning, and examined the chocolates once more. Maybe I'm hallucinating.

"Do you like that chocolate?" When I heard Logan's voice close to my ear, I jumped. My heart began to pound in response to our proximity. He was standing behind me, his chest brushing up against my back.

"Logan!" I let out a gasp. "You frightened me." I raised my hand to my heart and turned my head to look at him, but all he did was wink and smirk.

"So, which one did you choose?" he asked instead, his hands resting lightly on my waist. What in the world is he doing!? I stepped aside, cleared my throat, and turned to face him, holding a packet of Ferrero Rocher in one hand and a Lindt bar in the other.

"What do you enjoy?" I inquired.

*******

The jeep rolled into a large wooded area, the dirt and mud kicked up from the ground splattering all over the vehicle's back wheels. As the road became more difficult, I clung to the roof handle for support. A bright red jeep with white stripes can be seen from afar among the dense groves.

"Lord, please give me a break!" Logan exclaimed angrily as he drove down the road towards the red jeep. As I looked ahead, I realized what he meant right away. Scarlet and Patrick were making out shamelessly on the hood of the car, and it looks pretty....intense.

"Surprise them," I laughed, and Logan gave me a sly grin before winking at me, and I swooned inside right then and there. Logan pressed his hand firmly on the horn, causing an extremely loud horn to be directed at them. Both of them jumped apart from each other as if their skin was burning, causing Patrick to fall off the car in shock. Logan and I burst out laughing at their priceless expressions.

When we got out of the car, Patrick was scowling and rubbing the back of his head, while Scarlet was looking everywhere but at us.

"Bastard!" Patrick cursed at Logan for startling him before they hugged as if he hadn't just cursed at Logan the previous second. They have a rare friendship. Scarlet and I also hugged before she began gushing about how excited she is for the trip, to which I can only agree.

"But where is the wood house?" I look around the place, perplexed. There are only trees, bushes, and trees all around me.

"We'll have to walk a few miles," Logan said as he piled the items we purchased at the convenience store into a travel backpack. Scarlet and I stare at the boys, dumbfounded. A few miles?

"Only a few miles?!"

"No freaking way I'm putting my body through that," Scarlet and I both said at the same time. I huffed and drew my arms across my chest. Both men exchanged a brief glance before rolling their eyes at us.

"I didn't mean it that way, love, and I apologized," he explained.

"No, you are not forgiven," I said as I wiggled my index finger at him. "I wasn't satisfied with your apology," I said, expressing my displeasure. Logan muttered something under his breath before returning his gaze to mine.

"Fine," he says softly, "what should I do to earn your forgiveness?" I appeared to be thinking, my fingers drumming against my chin before motioning him to come closer. He took cautious steps forward and came to a halt in front of me. I tug on his pants, and he sat on his knees in front of me, bringing us up to eye level.

I lightly slapped his left cheek and waited for his reaction. But he didn't say anything and just stared at me. His eyes conveyed his regret for saying those words to me that day, and I believe him. But I didn't want to give up too easily.

"Are you ever going to say those words to me again?" I asked him again, this time with seriousness. His hair falls into his face as he shakes his head.

"Not even if my life is on the line," he stated firmly. In response, I hummed. "Do you understand that if you repeat it, I will kick your balls?" I said this, and he nodded. He doesn't appear to be alarmed by the threat.

"Perfect," I congratulate him.

"Now dance for me," I said, laughing. Logan's brows furrowed and a small smile formed at the corner of his lips.

"I don't dance, baby," I pout once more. But I burst out laughing again when I felt Logan's lips at the corner of my earlobe. It's a little ticklish.

"But..." he began, his voice seductive. "When we're alone, I'll dance for you," he says into my ears, and I laugh. "Fine"

"Now give me a piggy ride," I say, a cheeky grin on my face. Logan chuckled as his lips quirked up quickly. Scarlet awed from behind, and I burst out laughing once more. What am I laughing so hard?

Logan sat on his haunches after turning around. I jumped on his back, my arms around his neck and thighs around his waist. He stood up, his hands circling my thighs, making me laugh once more. With that, we continued on our journey, the girls content with our situation.

I rest my head on Logan's shoulder, playing with the strands of his hair and taking in the view from a 6-foot vantage point. I began humming softly as the effects of the alcohol began to take effect. I don't want to sleep because the trip has only just begun, but I can't help myself.

"Logan," I mumbled, exhausted. In response, he hummed.

"You smell soo good," I said as I took a long sniff from his neck. The combination of mint and wood is delicious. Logan's grip on my thighs tightened. I didn't give him a chance to respond because I squealed loudly when I noticed a deer running away from me.

"Logan see, a deer," I squeal again, pointing to the animal that has vanished into the grooves. As he laughed at my enthusiasm, I felt his chest vibrate.

"When she's drunk, she acts like a child," Patrick says, and I gasp loudly, turning my head to look at him.

"I'm not drunk!"

Patrick laughs, "Whatever you say, Miss." We will soon arrive at our destination. I stand up and look at the building in front of us. A charming wooden cottage is nestled among the evergreen trees and shrubs.

"It's so beautiful," I exclaimed, awestruck. I felt his presence behind me and turned to face him. Logan looked at me with a soft expression on his face. For a split second, his gaze was drawn to my lips before he averted his gaze, his Adam's apple bobbing down his throat.

"Let's go," Logan said as he entered the cottage, unlocking the door and welcoming us inside.

The first thing I noticed was a strong wood fragrance that hit my nose all at once. I noticed how cozy the place appears as I scanned the entire area. The entire structure was made of recycled wood, and the roof was a classic gable, providing an aesthetic vibe. The apartment had three small bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and a small dining room.

We decided to go to the nearby waterfall after taking a short nap and freshening up. I'm now completely sober. My hair was pulled into a messy bun as I changed into skin-tight black shorts and an olive green Etro crop top.

I could hear the roaring water before I saw it, the consistent crash of running water pounding into the large pond. I exclaim aloud at the breathtaking scenery. The water cascaded down the sharp vertical cliff into a crystal-clear pond. Flowers of various colors bloomed here and there throughout the area, elevating the scenery to a new level.

"Woah," I exclaimed, completely enthralled. I knelt down and dipped my toes into the water. I moaned in delight at the cooling effect. I jumped into the water without further ado. Oh…ecstasy. Total ecstasy.

The lake was not too deep, but it was also not too shallow. It was ideal for my height, sitting just above my chest. Scarlet's screams could be heard as Patrick pushed her from the top of the waterfall cliff. When and how did they get there? When she jumped into the water, the water splashed into my face as well.

"Hey, Lia," I say, turning around to see Logan standing right under the waterfall's glittering shower, his naked chest glistening slightly.

"Come here," he motioned, and I swam towards him, adrenaline rushing through me. Logan's lips were curled in a dare-devil grin, and his eyes gleamed with arrogance as he watched me. He drew me closer to him, beneath the rushing water. When I felt the pounding effect of water on my body, I yelled.

"Logan!" I clutched his body and rested my head on his chest. Logan's arms circling my body, his chest vibrating. I adjusted to the sensation after a few seconds and started to enjoy the feeling of water pounding onto our bodies. I lifted my other hand, still hugging Logan, and watched the water gliding down from it. I struggled to lift my gaze to Logan's face, but his figure was a blur.

"The place is so beautiful," I whispered to him. I felt a small kiss on my forehead and a shiver ran down my spine.

"But not as beautiful as you, my love"

******

The stars and bright moon soon adorned the sky as night fell. I stepped out of the cottage, tightly wrapping the blanket around my body. The night breeze washed over me, causing goosebumps to appear on my skin. A few meters away, I noticed a silhouette swaying on a tree swing. I approached the figure before greeting him.

"Hey," I said softly. Logan's head snapped to mine, and he smiled briefly. I can see his face clearly because of the moonlight.

"Hey, couldn't you sleep?" He inquired, and I shook my head, disappointed.

When I realized what he meant, I scowled, "The sound is too loud to get a pounce of sleep."

"Tell me about it," Logan chuckled before shifting to the side to make room for me to sit on the swing. After thanking him, I sat down. Our thighs brush against each other, and our shoulders brush against each other.

"Those two are like animals," Logan said, shaking his head, "I regret putting them in the same bedroom now because the walls are so thin," I snickered.

We talked for a long time while staring at the night sky. Logan described how the woodhouse was on the verge of collapsing before he decided to renovate it. He also mentioned how surprised he was when Grecia asked him to take me here because the place was very special to her and no one had been here except me and Scarlet.

To be honest, after talking with Logan, I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. We went over all of the minor details, which made me very happy. It wasn't a deep conversation, but it filled the void that had been created between us over the last few days. My feelings for him grew stronger as well.

"So, what else?" I inquired, resting my head on his shoulder. My body was tired, but my eyes were not. I feel like I could keep talking until the sun comes up.

Logan stood up and said, "I want to take you somewhere." I looked up at him, perplexed. "Where?"

"It's a surprise," he said, reaching out his hand. I looked up for a moment, debating whether or not to go. I don't have anything else planned. My sleep is also long gone, so why not? With a shrug, I took his hand in mine.

"Oh," he appears to have realized something. "Wait here, I'll be right back," he said as he rushed inside, leaving me on the porch. He reappeared moments later.

"What happened?" I inquired. He shakes his head before taking my hands in his and pulling me along with him. We walk through the shadowy woods, the sound of dead leaves and twigs crunching beneath our feet. My hair on the back of my neck stands on end as I clench Logan's arm in my stronghold. The moonlight is bright, but not enough to take my mind off my fear.

"Log, where are we going?" For the millionth time, I inquired.

"Patience, love" The same response. In annoyance, I huff.

"I hope you're not planning to kill me," I say, and he turns to look at me, a smirk on his lips. "Oh great, now I don't have to think about how to break the surprise to you," he smirks, and I exhale loudly. When his laughter echoed in the dark night, I slapped his shoulder.

"Asshole," I grumbled. I was more concerned with the sensation of his skin on mine than with the creepy atmosphere around me. We continued walking for a few meters before coming to a halt in front of a field of tall grasses. Logan turned to face me, and the intensity in his electric blue eyes shocked me.

"Do you trust me?" he asked softly. I cocked my brow at him. "Should I?"

"I'm serious, Lia," he said solemnly, not a trace of humor in his voice. I can see myself nodding in agreement.

"Yes, I trust you," I said quietly, and a genuine smile appeared on Logan's lips. He then walked past me to stand behind me and pushed me forward with his hands on my shoulders.

"Good," he says back into my ears, and I shiver with glee. We took a step forward into the meadow, and my mouth opened wide in surprise, as did my eyes, as I took in the scene in front of me. The sound of our footsteps frightened the silent beetles munching on the leaves. It's not just regular beetles, though; it's fireflies. I was perplexed by the scene that was unfolding in front of me. I was mesmerized by the little glowing swarm that surrounded me. I continued walking deeper into the meadow, the number of fireflies increasing, some in colors other than yellow.

"Absolutely gorgeous," I murmured. When I felt a nudge from behind, I turned around to face Logan, who had his hands clasped in front of him, holding something.

"Hold my hand," he instructs. I put my hand under his and we opened his hand together, letting a firefly he had caught fly away between us. As I watched it, I couldn't help but smile. My gaze was drawn to Logan's face, and he was already staring at me. Our gazes locked for a long time, different emotions and unsaid words communicating through them.

When the atmosphere became more intense, I swallowed hard. Butterflies were fluttering around inside my stomach, just like the fireflies in the dark woods. I took his hand in mine and moved closer to him, completely immersed in the knee-buckling sensation of being so close to him. I stood on my tiptoes, one hand on his cheek, trembling.

I leaned forward, my gaze fixed on his dark eyes. He stopped me by placing his finger on my lips just as our lips were about to meet.

"Not yet," he said quietly. "W-what?" I mused.

"Come," he said, taking my hand and leading me somewhere else. We walked through the grass until we reached the end of the field. I looked up in awe as there was a tree fort right in the middle, high in the branches of a massive tree. This place is brimming with surprises.

"Woah" I squeezed Logan's hand, adrenaline and excitement coursing through my veins. "This is incredible."

Logan drew me to a set of wooden stairs that spiraled around the tree trunk, leading to the fort's only room. I dashed to one end of the house and gazed out the window at a breathtaking view. I could see the waterfall from afar, the water glistening like small diamonds in the moonlight. The glow of the fireflies, the murmur of the leaves, and the swaying of the branch added to the excitement.

"I could stay here indefinitely." I sighed deeply. "This is heaven, Log,"

"Why do you think Mom came up with this idea?" I turned to face Logan, who was leaning against the opposite wall of the small room.

He continued, "This is where Dad proposed to Mom." "So she thinks this place is perfect for us, too," he says as he walks towards me. My heart began to pound against my ribs.

"She believes we can reach an agreement here," he says as he comes to a halt in front of me.

"What are your thoughts, Lia?" "Are you still upset with me?" he inquires. I sigh and shake my head.

"I already forgave you," I said quietly. I couldn't hate him with my heart, no matter how much he hurt me with his words. "You had no idea," I say. Logan responded with a hum.

"I want to give you something," he says, "as a token of gratitude." I frown, perplexed. "Gratitude?" I scowled.

"Yes, I would not have opened up to Mom if it hadn't been for you. She would still be living in a world of obliviousness."

"I'm glad I could help," I said with a smile. Logan took a small silver-wrapped box with a black tie on top from the back of his pant pocket and handed it to me. I carefully untied the ribbon and removed the wrapper. I opened the box and stared at it in awe.

Inside the box was a lovely silver pendant with a magnificent Ruby stone in the shape of a cloverleaf in the center. I touched my fingers to the cold metal, feeling the cut. Logan removed the necklace from the box before I turned around to face him. He ran his fingers through my hair, brushing it in deep strokes before gently slipping it over my right shoulders. I flinched as the cold metal touched my skin as he placed the necklace around my bare neck. He trailed his fingers along my collarbone before pinning it up at the back of my neck, holding the chain in his hand. As a smile formed on my lips, I lowered my head to look at it. I turned around to see Logan staring at me with an unreadable expression.

"This is stunning. Thank you," I said sincerely. Logan encircled my hips and pulled me to his chest. His gaze shifted to my lips, darkening. I shivered as I watched his tongue moisten his parched lips. Mother of cookies, sweet mother

He slammed his lips into mine quickly, taking my breath away. The kiss was gentle and soft, and it was practically impossible for me not to kiss him back. Our tongues danced in a lovely rhythm. His one hand was now on the small of my back, and the other cupped my face. When I was out of breath, I drew back.

"How is the dance going, love?" Logan gave a sly grin. I was taken aback by his implication.

"I didn't mean that dance at all, Log," When he began laughing at my face, my cheeks flushed. This guy has a unique ability to twist my words.