Getting Lizzie to help me convince Grace that staying at Logan's had to be better than what we dealt with every single day went about as well as I expected it to
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By the fourth time the doorbell rang, I figured whoever was hanging around outside the front door wasn't about to ignore the brilliantly colored yellow X-Terra wasn't going to be ignored and whoever that was out there was a little too determined to talk to me. There were two options: a) ignore said person and the ringing will eventually go away or b) get off the comfortable three thousand thread count bed sheets and see what said person wanted
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He finally comes to the door, and opens it wider so that I can come in, and my automatic reaction is to close the distance between us and hug him. As much for me as for him, I think. We just needed that little bit of comfort after everything that had happened this afternoon
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Her instant reaction for me to open that front door is to slip into the space where I lift my arms around her just because she's there. I feel my throat and chest tighten for more than a second at the closeness of her body warm against mine and the vaguely fruit-ish scent of her shampoo close to my mouth and nose
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"Logan, I'm a girl. We don't forget this stuff." I promised him with another small smile. "There was just fifty million things I had to do today. But trust me, I actually put some thought into that present
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