<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/9f6e3a3678c2b7e076a2764cbc8a5f8c/tumblr_nedvcfUwaI1redzfao8_r1_250.png)</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 | Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beach date; breakfast<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This outfit plus hat (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/58/21/31/58213160dd903a855985962195a515ab--prince-charming-mens-fashion.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Rhonda<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Delaney<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was almost impossible not to enjoy himself while eating a traditional English breakfast with a drop dead gorgeous girl. For Logan, it didn’t get much better than this. She had captivating eyes and a musical sounding laugh, she seemed genuine, yet there was still a bit of mystery surrounding her. Usually, Logan avoided the mystery. He liked knowing what he was going after.<br/><br/>But… Delaney was different. Who could look at her and not think that?<br/><br/>He finished up his plate without much difficulty considering his heaping portions and large bites. When he was done, Logan took the fancy cloth napkin and used it to meticulously wipe away at his beard. Hoping he didn’t leave any crumbs behind, Logan folded the napkin and set it down on the table again, before turning back to smile at Delaney.<br/><br/>She was talking about the traits she looked for in a romantic partner, mentioning a coveted bed for starters. Logan grinned, releasing a chuckle. But as she went on, he felt that she was talking about him, whether she knew it or not. When she bit her bottom lip, he thought about how it must have tasted, and how badly he wanted to lean down and taste it himself.<br/><br/>When she sipped her mimosa, Logan was reminded that he needed to drink a bit of something as well, and did so. He set the glass down and shifted to face her a little easier. As the breeze rolled in, Logan got to smell the sweet scent permeating off of Delaney’s hair. That aroma mixed with the beach and the salty water was one he knew he wouldn’t forget easily.<br/><br/>A seagull approached but Delaney didn’t seem interested in sharing. Logan chuckled at the bird, tossing it a piece of bread which landed purposely further down the beach. To her question, Logan nonchalantly set his hand down. His palm landed lightly against her knee. He looked down to where their skin was connected, feeling the electricity shoot through him a moment.<br/><br/>“I’m passionate about life.” Logan said simply. He raised his head to look into her eyes. “Finding the beauty in the things set out before me. Experiencing life in all of its highs and lows. Knowing that you have to feel both the good and the bad to appreciate each. I’m passionate about writing, about food, about family, about love.” He grinned down at her.<br/><br/>“Falling in love…” Logan specified. “And also staying in love.” He cocked his head, his thumb slowly rolling over her bare kneecap, while his fingers gently gripped her leg. “The only time I fell in love was when I first met my dog.” He confessed, chuckling at himself quietly. “And frankly, he’s getting old. I think if he could talk, he’d tell me that he wanted me to find someone.”<br/><br/>Logan wet his lips, his free hand raising to ever so lightly curl a finger and thumb against her chin, cradling it in place and guiding her closer to him. “Maybe that someone’s you. I mean, I do have a bed…” He added that last bit in for good measure, smiling lightly, before he leaned in to press his lips against hers.