Logan and I slept in a bit and did the usual morning fool around. We got each other off while lying on the floor of my apartment, then had an amazing brunch at Smith. I made my dreaded phone call to work, but it actually wasn’t a big deal at all and I was totally off the hook. I guess when you don’t call in sick for seven years, it means something when you do! To be honest, going to work tomorrow was not even an option. Absolutely not.
We gathered our stuff at the apartment then got the car and went to Niagara. Listened to music, drifted in and out of conversation, got a primo parking spot and walked the Falls. It was absolutely freezing, but seeing Logan enjoy it like he did was amazing. He loved it and I loved seeing that.
We drove around after, got hot chocolate, and listened to Dolly and Shania while driving through the winter light scenes and on our way to Niagara-on-the-Lake. Had an amazing dinner and conversation at the Prince of Wales Hotel lounge and just stared into each other’s eyes forever. I like him so much.
We drove back home, watched the Paula Deen episode of Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D-List and had dessert while laughing together. Got into bed and just talked. Logan is so grateful for everything I do and that means a lot, because he recognizes that everything that occurs isn’t just “by chance” – there’s a lot of thought and effort put into everything and even though I’m trying to make it seem like it’s easy and carefree, he knows it’s not.
Logan and I talk about the most random stuff and it’s so natural. We talked about what we like that we do to one another and the tongue thing came up. It would be so weird with other guys; I’ve seen the look on their faces when I give them some tongue, and with Logan even something as little as that is such an awesome plus. We literally licked each other’s faces and spit in each other’s mouths. It was so fucking hot! It’s that, and everything else that makes me know I love him. But, I can’t tell him that.
Goodnight xo