I knew I was in trouble. I knew I was about to fall in love with him all over again.
He was a perfect gentleman and the restaurant was very swanky. Slightly bemused I let him lead me to a private booth in a corner. Mood lighting sent pools of light on selected tables and the clientele were mostly older couples.
"This is nice. Reminds me of when we were…together."
He smiled charmingly at me across the candle. "Now was that so hard to say?"
I smirked back challengingly. "There's a lot more I'd like to say to you."
"Such as?" he smirked too, almost as though he knew what I was thinking.
"It's not important. Not anymore."
He ordered us some white wine and then put a jewellery box on my plate. Tentatively I opened it. It contained a silver necklace; this explained why Zoey and Lola didn't put a necklace on me. It was beautiful, lots of small, but still dazzling diamonds around the chain with a simply huge heart shaped diamond as a pendant.
"Oh my god." I said staring at the glittering spectrum of glinting light radiating from within the box.
"Like it?" Logan asked, sweetly concerned.
"Love it. But it's too much." I said tearing my eyes away from the necklace.
"For you, never." Oh dear; I think he just stole my heart for good.
"Logan, I can't accept this." I whispered.
"Of course you can. You can wear it to the wedding."
"Well, that is true. Help me put it on?" I heard my brain yelling at me from somewhere in the distance to stop being so blatantly flirty.
He smiled and got up. He knelt down behind my chair and I moved my hair aside as he did the necklace up. The gentle caress of his fingers on my neck made my breath catch in my throat.
I think he heard it because he kissed my cheek as he stood up again. "You know, I haven't stopped thinking about you since we parted." He whispered in my ear.
I closed my eyes and smiled as I felt his breath tickling my ear. When I opened them again he was sitting opposite me again, smiling rather smugly at me.
"It looks good on you." he said gently.
I looked down at it and stroked the heart shaped diamond gently. The necklace was quite long and stopped just above my cleavage. Almost subconsciously I noticed his eyes drawn to my hand. My left hand, free of rings, but with his bracelet round my wrist.
"You still have the bracelet." He pointed out.
I looked back up into his eyes. "Naturally. I kept everything you gave me. The notes we passed in class, trying to hide it from our friends. Movie stubs from our dates. The class ring you gave me. I even dried and pressed the flowers you gave me. And that includes the rose that died during our toxic date in the janitors closet."
He chuckled. "I remember. We really shouldn't have hidden it. I've forgotten why we did."
"Oh Logan, we cared too much about what people though about us. We were too preoccupied with our reputations."
"What idiots we were." He said making me laugh.
"We were young."
"Quinny, we weren't that young."
"It's been a long time since anyone's called me that. Only you ever did." I couldn't stop myself smiling.
"How are your Quinnventions?" he asked later, after quite an awkward pause, as our meals came.
"Getting wackier by the year. I haven't had a lot of time to work on them recently. This doctorate's been eating up my life. Good news though, I perfected the anti-gravitational system and made it bigger. I sold some of them to NASA and they train astronauts with them."
"Cool. You've been keeping busy."
"When I'm working I'm distracted from the lack of a life I have. I live for science, as sad as that is."
"Quinn, it's you. You couldn't live without science."
"Probably not. Did I tell you I'd Quinnvented a shampoo that means you can change your hair colour just by thinking of the colour?"
I felt myself blushing. "Thanks. Although it can go a bit wrong."
"How do you mean?"
"Well if you don't have a clear idea about the colour it tends to make it go blue."
Logan burst out laughing. "Maybe we can market them. A shampoo like that would make you a fortune."
"Science isn't about money. Alright so the life insurance for someone like me is ridiculously high and NASA did pay me quite a lot for the anti-gravitational systems."
"And there's supplies of course. And I hear those white coats can be pretty pricy." Logan teased.
"Stop that. I know how to take you out with a single move."
"That sounds like a challenge. Care to demonstrate?"
I smirked. I took a sip of wine casually. I delicately dabbed at my mouth with my napkin. I got up from my seat and walked around to him and noticed that he had been watching me carefully, almost hungrily. With my heart pounding like a drummer at a rock concert I leant over Logan. I gently kissed him on the lips and oh god it felt good to taste those lips again.
Leaving him completely stunned I went back to my seat and took a bite of my steak, although I didn't want to lose the taste of Logan.
Eventually he did wake up. "Was that the move?"
I smiled as seductively as I could. "It's one of them."