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since the time he caught me coming out of the shower. He seems to be quite busy during the day working at a powersports dealership or playing a show somewhere on the weekends. I wish I had more weekends free to watch another one of his shows, but he should be having a show at The Edge soon.
    Logan has started coming into the bar every now and again to see me while I ’m working, and I get distracted every time. I can’t help but look over at him every chance I get. I find myself smiling with a stomach full of butterflies. He always sits up at the bar and waits for me to come and talk to him. There are plenty of females who approach him, and as I watch him laughing and talking,it makes me wonder if he flirts with everyone . Maybe I’m not so special.
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    Logan: Did you want to come over tonight?
    I’ve never actually been over to his place before, and it makes me nervous just thinking about it.
    Me: Sure. W hat time? I’ll need directions.
    He sends me his address and directions . It looks easy enough to find.
    Logan: I can’t wait to see you.
    I pull up and park next to his black motorcycle and green Dodge Ram. His house is covered in beautiful stone and large windows — gorgeous . He’s waiting for me in the doorway as I follow the cement path and walk to his front door. I enter his kitchen and noticegranite countertops that I long to have in my own. His kitchen is at least twice the size of mine. Actually, his whole house is bigger . And nicer.
    It looks nothing like a man lives here, except for the bare walls and lack of decorations. It’s clean. That makes me like him even more.
    He walks me through the living room and shows me a bathroom around the corner. Then we ascend the stairs, and I see two bedrooms filled with music equipment, guitars, and sports memorabilia. He brings me to the third bedroom, and I notice a large four post bed; the posts are wooden and designed like something out of a log cabin.
    I see a few more guitars hung up around his walls and some in stands along the floor. A large widescreen is hung on the wall beside multiple framed awards and jerseys. I see trophies and medals from motocross, football, and other various sports from his high school days.
    “I’d love to get to see you race someday. You must be pretty good if you have all these awards.”
    “I told you I was good.”
    “You always say you’re good at everything.”
    “That’s because I am good at everything.” He laughs.
    “You’re so cocky.”
    “Let me show you how good I am at things.”
    He takes me into his arms and kisses me. I wrap my arms around him as he lifts me up and brings me to his bed. He sets me down on top of his lap, and with my legs on either side of him, I move my hands into his hair and kiss him. After several minutes, he finally pulls away and takes a breath.
    “Damn, I’m so glad you came over!”
    “Me too.”
    He puts his hand on the back of my head and brings my lips back down to his.
    As we venture back down the stairs to his living room, he mentions that he owns the house and his friend Josh, rents the basement. Logan has raced all over the country and was sponsored by none other than Troy Lee Designs. He is an adventurous man with many talents, though I have yet to see some of those talents. He knows I don’t sleep around, and I know he’s taking it slow with me, but I really like him and our make out sessions are no longer enough. Yes, it’s only been a couple of weeks, and we’re not exactly official, but I’m so attracted to him. It’s nice to feel wanted.
    And there are times I ’ve definitely felt how much Logan wants me.
    Me: I think I miss you.
    Logan: Really? Good, because I’ve been thinking about you all day.
    Me: Are you having a nice day at work?
    So lame. Who has a nice day at work?
    Logan: It’s better now that you’ve texted me. When do I get to see you again?
    “What are you so happy about?” I nearly drop my phone as Zach’s voice startles