Loving Logan - Sammi Cee Page 0,6
and white striped short-sleeve button down, he looked like any other preppy twenty-something. He only stood a few inches shorter than me, but his bulk didn’t compare to mine. The flipside being that his mass came all from muscle, and mine was courtesy of heredity and a love for food. That being said, I still think I could hold my own if he attacked me.
Unexpectedly, Creed chuckled. “You’re trying to decide if you could take me down in a fight right now, aren’t you?”
“What? No, of course not,” I denied, mortified that he figured it out.
“Yes, you are. I know that face you’re making. There’s been countless times when I’m out drinking, minding my own business, and some girl checks me out, and then her boyfriend thinks he’s gotta defend his manhood or some shit. There’s also the fact my brother and best friend want to choke me half the time, so yeah, you’re definitely making the, I may have to punch this guy, face.”
Curiosity killed the cat, it’s true. “I’ll bite. Why do your brother and best friend want to kill you?”
Creed ticked off on his fingers as he said, “I’m bossy, I think I know what’s best for everyone I care about, I tend to say inappropriate things, and did I say I’m bossy? Because I am. You’ll find as we get to know each other better that you won’t make it through one night without wanting to wring my neck.” He smirked, clearly pleased with himself.
“You didn’t seem crazy,” I said—accidentally out loud.
He threw his head back and laughed. Instead of taking the opportunity to run, I stood transfixed. His laugh sounded like it came from the center of his being, pure and uninhibited. Actually, everything he did seemed that way. What would it be like to be this comfortable with yourself? I couldn’t remember a time in my life where I didn’t feel too quiet or too shy or too big and goofy.
“Come on,” Creed said after he stopped laughing, stepping closer to me. “I’ll even call an Uber and we can just meet for coffee, then you don’t have to fear for your life.”
Confusion must have mottled my brain because my head nodded, even as I twitched it toward the parking lot. “You can ride with me. If I go missing, someone will remember me leaving with you.”
As I walked to my car, I noticed how he strolled next to me. He automatically moved with a swagger. Why in the hell did this guy want to be my friend?
The waitress had already served our coffee when Creed said, “Go ahead, ask me whatever question is burning up your brain right now.”
I watched him dump two sugars in his coffee, then two creams. He stirred and took a sip before I finally asked, “Why are we here?”
“I told you, I wan—”
“Yeah, yeah,” I cut him off. “You want to be my friend. Is this like the cool kid needing the awkward side-kick kind of friendship? Or is it a pity thing? Because I can tell you, I have plenty on my plate. My life isn’t boring, at all. Not with an almost-three-year-old.” He opened his mouth, and I rushed on. “I know you’re not gay, so it can’t be that. Although, judging by how cocky you are, I doubt you’re hurting for dates anyway, so what is this?”
He set his coffee back down on the table, then concentrated as he opened another sugar packet and dumped it into his mug. He stirred the steaming beverage slowly while he stared into it like it would tell him how to answer me. Finally, he looked up and met my gaze. “You don’t have a lot of self-confidence, do you?”
“I wouldn’t say that, necessarily,” I muttered.
His lopsided grin irritated me, until he said, “You’re adorable. You’re like a sulky five-year-old in a what…thirty-year-old body?”
“Thirty-one.”
Creed pushed his freshly doctored coffee up into the middle of the table and leaned in. “Tell me one good thing about yourself.”
“I’m responsible,” I said easily enough.
“Something else.”
“I’m reliable.”
He squinted his eyes, a challenge shining out of the icy blue depths. “Tell me something good about how you look.”
“My tattoos are gorgeous.” They really were, too. Every line on my body had been designed by my cousin. Up until he died, he’d joked with my mom that I was no longer her greatest masterpiece, but I had become his.
His gaze ran down my arms before he said, “Something natural that you didn’t have done to