My mouth goes dry, and never in my life would I have thought zipping up a dress would be as much of a turn-on as unzipping one.
“Oh, thank God,” Danielle says with a sigh once the zipper goes up to the top. She takes a step away and looks in the mirror hanging on the wall outside the bathroom. “I’ll live to see another day.” She comes back over and turns around. “Do you mind? I don’t want to have another issue with my hair.”
“Not at all.”
She pulls her hair out of the way again and turns around. I stare at the little zipper, hesitating before reaching out and picking up the metal tab. I blink and see myself unzipping the dress and then spinning Danielle around. She’s holding it up with hands, but when I grab her and kiss her, she lets it fall.
“Thank you, Logan,” she says, stepping away. “You’re a good friend.”
I flash a grin. “I know. I’m the best.”
She laughs and goes back into the bathroom. Once the door is closed, I sink onto the bed, mentally yelling at myself. I am a good fucking friend.
But I’d make an even better lover. And I’m going to prove that to her today.Chapter 15DanielleI toss my bag in the back and get in the passenger seat, handing the keys to Logan. I left most of that vodka untouched on the breakfast table, but I’m still feeling a little tipsy, so having Logan drive is the safer option. Plus, I read that some of the roads are really narrow and twisty. That kind of driving would stress me out too much.
“I brought water and snacks.” I pull the seatbelt over my lap and click it into place.
“Good. I’ll be able to last a few hours.”
I laugh. “I could never be on one of those survival shows. Going more than like six hours without eating is torture. While I’m awake, I mean. I can make an exception when I’m sleeping those solid twelve hours.”
“You do not sleep for twelve hours.” He backs out of the parking space. “You stay up until two or three watching YouTube videos almost every night.”
“That’s not true.”
Logan steals a look at me, raising his eyebrows.
“Sometimes it’s TV or just mindlessly scrolling through the social media sites I don’t post on that often yet still suck the happiness right out of me like a Dementor.”
“Maybe not looking at those sites would be a good idea.”
“Gee, you think so?” I tip my head toward his, smiling. “Though, really, I consider unplugging or even getting rid of some of my social media accounts altogether.” I watch the resort get smaller and smaller in the rear-view mirror. I haven’t checked any of my social media since we landed, and I’m quite proud of myself for that. Waking up, grabbing my phone, and starting my day by comparing myself to others is really self-defeating and not worth it at all.
It’s easy to fake a perfect life in fifteen-second clips or with a posed—and photoshopped—image. Hell, even I can make my life look fulfilling and amazing and not full of fuck-up moments.
“You should,” Logan says. “If I didn’t run Getaway’s social media, I wouldn’t be online much at all. Well, other than to read articles and find spoiler-filled memes to send to Dean. He’s always behind in whatever show we’re watching.”
“Poor Dean.”
“He brings it upon himself.” Logan’s eyes light up. “And if he’d read the fucking books said shows were based on, I couldn’t spoil it at all.”
“Yeah, but who has time to read?” I huff, dramatically rolling my eyes.
Logan just shakes his head. He reads several books a week, and I’ve found him in the office with a book, hiding away from the busy crowd at the bar more than once. I turn on the radio, flipping through stations until I find one we both like. Then I turn up the radio and watch the gorgeous island pass by.
The breeze picks up a bit when we get to the other side of the island, and gray clouds overhead bring the promise of rain. We park along the side of the road and get out. There are a few other cars parked along the road as well, but right now, everything is silent.
“So, from what I read online,” I start, looking around, “we need to find an access point, which is not really anything bigger than a deer trail.”
Logan locks the car and looks at the foliage lining the road. “There’s one.” He points to a trail that’s so narrow it’s easy to miss. I start forward but hesitate, getting a flash of running into thick spider webs as I ran through rows of corn back when I was a kid.
“Want me to go first and break the spider webs?”
“How did you know that’s what I was thinking?”