I’ve been with him every night except last. I think Kate’s gotten a bit suspicious with me disappearing and coming back so late. What I really want to do is sleep overnight at Logan’s again and wake up in his arms, but I think from now on she’ll notice if I don’t come home. She’s tricky like that, maybe because she and Charlie were sneaking around.
I kind of hope now that Charlie is back the two of them will start up again, if only to keep them from noticing what Logan and I are doing.
I know I shouldn’t really be so concerned with what everyone thinks but it’s still all so new and so fucking fragile. Logan and I have so much to be wary about, our relationship with each other…it’s a sensitive thing and needs to be handled with care. We move in secret because we’re afraid that people will look at us differently, at least I am.
By keeping it under wraps, we don’t have to explain it to anyone but ourselves. And even then, that’s a hard pill to swallow sometimes. When I’m with him everything feels right, like fate, kismet, and destiny have joined forces and moved mountains in order for us to be together. But then I might see a sign of her in the house or he might mention her name or I might be reminded of some time that Logan and Juliet were together and then it all comes crashing down.
I try not to let it crush me, though. We feel right, and how can something this right be so wrong? Logan was never meant to be with Juliet, and Juliet knew it herself. It’s only her death that makes things so damn complicated, more for other people than for us. People who wouldn’t know the whole truth – and that makes everyone but Dan and Juliet’s lover – would see us as cold and callous, and if anyone had believed that Logan had been a cheater, as I had, they would be quick to point fingers.
There’s also the fact that working in such close quarters with everyone at Moonwater, knowledge of our relationship would raise more than a few eyebrows. I know they’re my ohana now, but even then I don’t want to test the waters.
And yet, sometimes you need to just get out there and swim.
“Hey,” I hear Logan’s accent from outside and head out onto my balcony. He’s standing below it, staring up at me, wearing just swim trunks and nothing else. Today is a gorgeous day and hot like anything, and he seems to have broken a sweat, his muscles gleaming in the sunshine. If I had no shame I’d offer to lick the sweat right off of him.
“Hey,” I say back to him, leaning on the railing and trying to hide the fact that I’m clenching my thighs together to no avail.
“Now that Charlie’s back,” he says, “did you want another surf lesson before your shift?”
Now, I’m not exactly sure if “surf lesson” is innuendo for something (and by something, I mean wild, hot, sweaty sex), we are in public after all. So I give him a tentative, “yes?”
“All right. Get your bathing suit on and meet me at the Jeep.” He turns and heads back across the lawn.
Still not sure if this is innuendo or not. By “bathing suit” does he mean fancy bra and underwear? By Jeep does he mean his house? But to be safe I put on my bikini and a rash guard shirt and grab a towel before I head outside.
“Where are you going?” Kate asks, leaning against the door to reception and fanning her face with a brochure. A gecko climbs up the wall beside her but she pays it no attention.
“Surfing,” I tell her.
“With Charlie?”
I jerk my head toward the parking lot where Logan’s pulling his Jeep around, a longboard sticking out the back. “No. Don’t worry. The habut.”
She narrows her eyes slightly. “Hmmm. Somehow this isn’t surprising.”
I shrug and try to play it off. “Hey, he got me riding my first wave, not Charlie. I think the Australian knows a little more than the dude from Colorado.”
“Do you know who knows better than both of them?” she asks and sticks her thumb into her chest. “Me.”
“Well if our schedules ever match up, then maybe.” I start to walk away and throw a saucy look over my shoulder at her. “Or maybe I’ll be so good by then, you’ll be getting lessons from me?”
I don’t have to keep looking to know she’s rolling her eyes.
Meanwhile Logan is in the driver’s seat of his Jeep, dark aviator sunglasses covering his eyes and a cocky grin on his lips. “Get in, Freckles.”
I quickly climb in the passenger seat and we burn out of the parking lot, taking a left at the road and heading to Hanalei.
“Are we really going surfing?” I ask.
“What did you think we were doing?”
“I don’t know. Having sex?”