Logan felt like a damn boy as he buttoned his white shirt in front of the mirror. And by the gods, today he was asking for all their strength to look decent. It had seemed like a crazy idea at first when Keegan had suggested a woman ten years older than him for the role of his girlfriend. Most likely, the whole crew was sick of seeing that sour face of Logan's when the next girl he tried to have a relationship with threw him overboard.

Despite his doubts, Logan decided to at least give it a try and see what happens. The same day Keegan gave the number, Logan sent his first text. It laid one of the first bricks in their communication, which gradually grew and built up through correspondence or fleeting encounters.

Though the age difference was noticeable at times, Logan began to notice that he liked this woman. She knew what she wanted out of life, she had a lot to talk about, she was wise, sometimes even overly so. And compared to his experience, none of the young girls he'd tried to build relationships with gave what she offered. Because of that, the always collected and calm Logan had turned into a boy. A hell of a boy in love, when in this story, that woman was you.

This evening, you were supposed to pick up Logan. Finally a proper dinner, not a fling or a texting session. And Logan intended to show that he was serious. That he was a man, not a boy.

Your car was parked in the driveway of his house, waiting patiently for his figure to emerge from the front door. Damn, he sure had fussed to look ten out of ten today putting on a suit, using a nice perfume, and styling his hair. Logan leaned his arm against the driver's seat door. "You look lovely tonight ma'am," Logan cooed, picking up your hand with his free hand to kiss the back of it.