<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 hadn’t noticed Harlan until he heard the man interjecting a few times into his conversation with Dom. When the two began talking about plans for home cooked meals, Logan’s brows cocked subtly. Were they planning a dinner date, right in front of him?<br/><br/>“It’s good that you’re used to Mexican food. There’s a plethora of that here in Spain. But also, Spanish food, which I’ve learned is different.” Logan hadn’t experimented very much with authentic Spanish food before coming to Majorca, but he was always willing to try new flavors and spices when it came to food. So, he was glad to eat whatever was provided for him.<br/><br/>Dom laughed at his lame spy joke, which made him elated. Harlan made a face, but Logan gave a casual shrug in his direction. It was a little awkward feeling like Harlan was watching them while they interacted, but after he moved a bit closer to Dom, he seemed to get the hint - thankfully - and walked off to explore the rest of the backyard.<br/><br/>With Logan’s thumb on Dom’s lip, she was quick to raise her arm up and trail her fingers through his beard. Her nails against his jawline made Logan’s belly tighten in all the best ways. As if that wasn’t enough, when her hand dropped, her fingers danced down his front, producing a trail of heat in their wake. She grabbed the hem of his shirt afterward, tugging it slightly.<br/><br/>Logan took that as a hint to move closer, but then Dom moved slightly away. He smirked down at her. She was playing a bit of cat and mouse. He experimented with leaning backward slightly too, only to feel her tug him back in again. He broke out into a wide grin.<br/><br/>Dom ascertained that the villa must be hard for someone who wasn’t good at sharing. “Well, as long as I’m not expected to share the girl I’m interested in…” Logan paused to reflect on how that very thing had been a struggle for him, while at the villa. “Then I’m alright.” He was possessive by nature and honestly, it was difficult to imagine being any other way. Even here, in the Love Island villa.<br/><br/>Dom went into a full psychology lesson on him and Logan zoned out as he focused on what she was saying. She was definitely smart. He nodded when she asked if she was making sense. Apparently he’d been staring at the beauty. She sipped his coffee not unlike how the villain of a movie might, and then professed that she had an eidetic memory as a kid.<br/><br/>“That is… fascinating,” he replied. He then got a bit of a shiver when she mentioned that Russian children were selected for special education. Was she pulling his leg? He couldn’t help but to feel like this trope was one she planned on carrying with her to the very end of this game show, if she could. “That’s true,” he concurred to her statement about some stereotypes being accurate.<br/><br/>Dom continued by expressing that sharing his food was better than having her own plate of it. He chuckled. “Perhaps I am only willing to share… because it’s you.” He said the line because it was smooth. He had already mentioned that he didn’t mind sharing things like food and drink, and pointed out that the thing he didn’t enjoy sharing were romantic partners. But maybe Dom would accept that the line she set him up to say was smooth - too smooth to pass up - and forgive him for it.<br/><br/>Around that time was when James and Elsa came outside, both greeting the new people, and only Elsa greeting the familiar faces. “Morning, Elsa. James.” He nodded to the man, then smiled at Elsa. She seemed to be glowing after her date with Owen. He hoped that meant things went well on their date and that things would be going well for her from here on out.<br/><br/>He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about trying to make a move on Elsa after Rhonda left. After all, she was the first islander that he stepped forward for. But, hopefully she was happy and that would be that. Logan absently grabbed for his coffee mug, only to find Dom’s hand there. He chuckled. “Could I get a sip now?” He chided, sneaking the cup from her grasp and taking a long, satisfying sip.<br/><br/>He grabbed a pancake and tore into it just like Dom had done. “This is good and all, but how do you use syrup when you eat them like this?” He asked her, reaching out for a jar of syrup and pouring some onto his plate. He dipped the corner of his pancake into the syrup, then took a careful bite, not letting the stickiness get into his beard, if he could help it.