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ne: embrace

Sand squeaks on the side of the road as Carla paces around incessantly. She checks her watch again, looks at both sides of the road and huffs. It’s been twenty minutes since she arrived. She did arrive early because she was too anxious, but he’s nearly ten minutes late after almost a month apart. Does punctuality mean anything to him?

Fishing her phone from her bag, Carla reads his messages again. The last message was an hour ago and he hasn’t checked his phone since then. She instinctively lifts her hand to her mouth only to realize she already had chewed the last of nails. She makes a face and shoves her hands in her pockets. Patience has always been one of her virtues. But when it comes to him, worry tends to get the best for her.

She’s about to dial his emergency number when a yellow sports car comes into view. Her eyes study the car approaching. 2005 Devore GT. Her left-hand reaches out to hold the spark plug on her necklace. Heart races in her chest. It’s him. It has to be him.

As the car stops a few yards away from hers, she has a good view of the driver. He climbs out of the car and smiles. It’s really him.

Carla then rushes towards him and feels her body enveloped by his powerful arms, pressed against his torso. Her heartbeat steadies as the scent of his aftershave drifts into her nostrils. His stumble sends shivers down her spine as he nuzzles her neck. The heat coming from his body radiates like sunlight kissing her skin on summer days.

“Logan…” She breathes.

“Hey, beautiful.”

“I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.”

“You’re late,” she scowls.

“I just stopped at a grocery store on the road. Camping isn’t camping without marshmallows to make s’mores,” he answers with a cheeky smile.

“Fine…” She giggles. “Now give me the keys so we can park near our camping site.”

“Really? No making out in the backseat first?”

“Can’t you wait a little longer?”

Logan tightens the embrace and presses her against the passenger door. “I’m not in the mood to wait, babe. Are you?” He murmurs as he captures her earlobe between his teeth. “Okay…” She pants as his hands slide down her curves. “Making out in the car it is.”