<div class="floatleft">(https://www.instagram.com/p/BjnOR88HDqu/media?size=l)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Manchester, England<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>5 July, 2019 | Mid-morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside kitchen seating area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as picture with navy blue swimming trunks and khaki sandals<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong><del>Rhonda</del>No one<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Dom; All<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Logan smirked when Dom started talking about how it was a better practice to get one’s own hands dirty. That smirk turned into a chuckle when she went on, reminding him of a certain song. “For a minute, I thought you were about to start singing that Daft Punk song. You know the one? Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it, turn it, leave it, start, format it.” He realized that his dork was showing a bit too late, but by then there was nothing he could do but own it.<br/><br/>He had almost forgotten that the topic before this was food. Dom reminded him when she mentioned that he was basically a foodie. A nod proved that he agreed with her assessment. There might have been more to say on the matter, but when she began to suck on her fingers, it was hard for Logan to think of much else to add to the conversation. Finishing the pancake that he had started to tear into, Logan munched quietly while Dom brushed her leg against him.<br/><br/>It was beginning to feel like he should take his breakfast plate to go, and bring it back to his bed. That was wishful thinking, though. Or so Logan thought, until Dom expressed a desire for more. He cocked his brow, clearly unsure what she meant, until the beauty specified that she wanted to see his sleeping space. She decided that she wanted to share his bed with him for the night. “Well, I hope it’s not only for the night. But I’m flattered.”<br/><br/>He grinned easily down at her. “I’ve got more than enough space for you.” She suggested that it would allow them the night to get to know each other better, and perhaps more intimately. “I think I can arrange that,” he nodded, taking the final swigs of his coffee and wiping the back of his hand on his lips when he was finished. He set the mug down and offered Dom his hand. “If you’d like to follow me…”<br/><br/>Assuming she gave him her hand, Logan led her away from the kitchen and inside the villa, again. Remembering the fact that Jon had carried Dom’s stuff upstairs already, he didn’t think he had to bother asking about her luggage. Instead, Logan led her up the stairs and into the bedroom. “Well, as you can see, it’s not the most private place in the villa. Then again, I’m not sure any place in the villa is proper private.” He shrugged, guiding her to his bed.<br/><br/>“Here’s mine.” He sat himself down on the edge of the bed, still holding Dom’s hand as he gently pulled her a bit closer still. “For now, with everyone else pretty much outside and preoccupied, it looks like we’ve got some time here alone.” He was just notifying her of this. There was no agenda in his words. “So, what do you think? See? There’s plenty of room.”