<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/xuLT9ez.gif)</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>2 July, 2019 | Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa; Diary Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Swimming costume (https://i5.walmartimages.com/asr/319bb7a4-7d44-47ed-a066-ddb75fd1a955_1.6893083c5b84317b1d85b57aba45a574.jpeg?odnHeight=450&odnWidth=450&odnBg=FFFFFF)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Rhonda<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>No one; Closed<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://cdn.images.dailystar.co.uk/dynamic/117/photos/361000/620x/love-island-couples-619195.jpg)</div><br/>Logan slouched in the chair, his eyes closed, hands rubbing at his face. He let out a very long, very heavy sigh. After a few moments, he sat up enough for his face to be seen a little better. He’d been preparing to spend some time in the pool, it seemed. Or at least, he was wearing his swimming costume. Though he was not yet wet from the water.<br/><br/>“Rhonda’s on a date…” He started, sounding just as stressed as he looked. “Delaney’s still on her dates…” Logan took another moment to release a strained breath. “And I’m left here at this villa to sit and think about it all.” A hand went up to his hair, raking it backwards and out of his face as his gaze lowered. “And that’s literally all I can think about.”<br/><br/>Logan released his hair, which fell back in its natural messy bedhead sort of state. “I kissed Rhonda last night in bed… and it was so…” He shook his head, licking his lips. “It was brilliant.” He nodded his head slowly. “Then I met Delaney and she’s absolutely gorgeous but also quite mysterious.”<br/><br/>He cocked his head to one side. “And we kissed on that date. And it was… Also brilliant.” Logan groaned, chuckling in a bout of frustration. “I have kissed two gorgeous girls and I’ve got to pick one of them to recouple with.” His arms raised, hands pointing up to the ceiling in helplessness. “But the last thing I want to do is upset anybody.”<br/><br/>Logan leaned forward, his hands dropping like limp noodles onto the arm rests. “Both of them are attractive and captivating. Both of them are funny and smart.” He groaned again. “When I think about it, they’ve got more in common than I’d like, because it’d make choosing a bit easier.” He frowned. “Not that it’ll be easy at all.”<br/><br/>He took a few moments, sitting in silence and reflecting over everything. Finally, he seemed to find something to share. “With Rhonda, for some reason, things flowed easier. It was like we formed a friendship first and then worked up. But with Delaney, I felt pressured to make a connection, I think?” Logan brought a hand up to scratch at his beard.<br/><br/>“Don’t get me wrong, she’s absolutely lovely. She’s a lovely bird.” He shook his head again. “But I can’t… ignore the fact that Rhonda and I have the best sort of banter I think I’ve ever had with someone else.” His brows raised. Maybe he hadn’t expected himself to say that. More worry lines creased his forehead.<br/><br/>“But she’s on this date with this new guy and maybe he’s exactly her type.” He bowed his head. “Maybe he’s what she came onto the show to find. And who would I be to stand in the way of her happiness?” He shook his head and folded his arms. “I know we’ve only just gotten started in here, but,” he paused, looking at the camera. “It’s rough, bruv.”<br/><br/>Logan stood up and shuffled out.