“Today’s no different,” he murmured, his voice low but also scratchy.
Responding to his tone, I pressed closer, wrapping my arms tighter around his back.
“What, Snooks?” I asked quietly.
“Today’s been fuckin’ great, love givin’ all my girls a spectacular spring break, but it’s no different.”
“Different than what?”
“Different than all the rest.”
I tilted my head to the side, confused.
“All the rest of what?”
“All the rest of days, every one, every day since I first laid eyes on you. Today’s no different. Fuck of it was, even when I didn’t have you, I felt it. Which was why I never let go. And today’s no different. No different from every day I had from the first day we met. Waking up in love with you. Day’s almost done, gonna go to sleep more in love with you.”
My breath caught.
My heart skipped a beat.
My arms convulsed.
My eyes filled with tears.
And my throat felt funny as I forced through it, “Ditto.”
He shook his head, grinning. “You are such shit at that.”
I was.
But it didn’t matter.
With his flowery biker goodness, he made up for it.
And anyway, I had other ways of telling him I loved him.
So I did that, rolling up on my toes as he dipped his head, and in between, our mouths met.
I saw sparks on the backs of my eyelids just as they did.
It wasn’t (all) Logan’s kiss.
It was the Eiffel Tower above us bursting into beauty.