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that Aralia and Jackie were settled into different couches with
groups of men and some more model-type women.
    They were laughing and clearly
enjoying themselves, she smiled for them but that wasn’t her type of fun. She
wasn’t interested in being surrounded by groupies that were most likely
impaired from multiple substances. She turned back to look at the next painting
on the wall, an abstract piece with swirls of colors seeming to go in a certain
pattern she couldn’t quite figure out.
    “It’s cute that your face scrunches
up like that when you don’t understand something.” A deep and familiar voice
said behind her. She jumped, startled, and whirled around to see Logan standing
less than a few inches away from her.
    “I didn’t get to see a lot of that
at the coffee shop.” He smirked at her, teasing her about being a know-it-all.
    Her cheeks blushed a dark red and
she looked away from him awkwardly, feeling embarrassed that he had caught her
in a private moment.
    “I didn’t see you there. And I have
no idea what you are talking about.” She stammered sticking her nose up and
mentally kicking herself for being so ineloquent.
    He just smiled at her which showed
off small dimples in his cheeks that she couldn’t help but stare at. He was so
unbelievably handsome this close. She could inhale the musky, yet fresh, scent
he exuded and feel his hot breath tickle her cheeks. A silence came over the
two of them for what seemed like an eternity but was really only thirty seconds
at most. He seemed completely at ease which only made her feel even more
nervous, she could see herself becoming more fidgety by the second.
    Although Logan was already only a
few inches away from her, he began to lean down a little further, closing the
gap between them even more.  Caroline’s breath caught in her chest, she
wouldn’t even have been capable of breathing if she tried because she was so
entranced in this moment. She was caught in the force field between them,
pushing them closer together.
    “So, you like that painting?” Logan
said, interrupting her fantasy moment and causing her to step back and clear
her throat. She blinked a few times trying to gather herself and then looked back
at the painting. He smiled coyly at her, seemingly knowing the effect he was
having on her and enjoying it. This just made her angry. That may not seem like
the normal reaction in this type of situation, but Caroline was always in
control. She didn’t lose herself in the moment like this. At the Java Jolt when
she met Logan, she was calm and collected and hadn’t even given him the
slightest opportunity to ruffle her feathers. Now here he was playing her like
a fiddle! She knew he didn’t really care about her, not with all those groupies
throwing themselves at him. How dare he try and gain the upper hand by throwing
her off balance with those steamy eyes and those tiny, perfect dimples. She
mentally slapped herself and snapped back to reality.
    “Yeah, they are okay.” Caroline
said, trying her best to sound nonchalant. He just smiled again at her with
that irritating and boyish grin, like he could read her thoughts and knew he
had just knocked some of her walls down.
    Her blood boiled the more that she
thought about it, how dare he act so full of himself! He was just another
musician, nothing original or unique about him. Just an overly confident man
surrounded by fawning women plucking away at his guitar strings, how unoriginal
he was , she thought to herself.
    “Come with me,” Logan said to her,
his hand capturing her elbow and pulling her towards the draped off section of
the room.
    “Where are you taking me? What’s
behind there?” Caroline said, pulling her arm free from him, trying again to
withstand his delicious magnetism. He turned back to her and smiled, rolling
his eyes at her.
    “If you want to know, you better
come find out.” He said, annoyingly avoiding her question entirely as he
disappeared between the folds of