<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 | Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa; Living Room | Outdoor Kitchen<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>Mark | Rhonda | Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Logan released a gruff exhale when Mark mentioned that the choice between Rhonda and Delaney sounded easy. “I genuinely hope that’s sarcasm, mate.” Part of him had to wonder why this new guy was taking out Rhonda instead of Delaney. Was he seeing something that Logan was clearly overlooking? It was bizarre, suddenly feeling the need to compare his methods to others. Besides, it wasn’t like he could control his heart, could he?<br/><br/>Mark mentioned that Delaney did mining and it made Logan realize he had never asked her what she did.<em>’What an idiot,’</em>he remarked in his own head. For that matter, he didn’t remember ever asking Rhonda what she did, either. What a mess. “Yeah, thanks mate, and good luck with your three dates.” He responded back, not so much taunting, but maybe challenging him just a bit. It might have all sounded easy but with feelings involved, it was never that black and white.<br/><br/>Mark did him the courtesy of promising to tell him if he felt a connection with Rhonda. Logan felt himself tense up a minute. That was just going to be it, then? He was expected to just walk away if Mark felt a connection with Rhonda? “Don’t forget about Rhonda’s feelings,” he added. “They kinda matter to.” But by then Mark was already pointing to his exit with his thumb, then mentioned that Grace was about to meet him for the first of his three dates. Hearing Mark’s advice to not sweat it made Logan chuckle. Like he could control his stress. “Right.”<br/><br/>Mark was off and then out of nowhere came Rhonda. Logan was pleasantly surprised to see her, and looking so polished, too. “Hey, you look brilliant.” He easily complimented. She asked about the lumberjack, making Logan smirk. “No, just something about how without his axe he just looks like a hipster.” He chuckled. It was true, actually. “I guess that’s not good for lumberjack business, or something.” Logan shrugged.<br/><br/>Rhonda came even closer, fitting herself against him in a pleasant embrace. He could smell her sweet perfume, or was it lotion, and felt her body press into his. Immediately, he started to stir. His arms raised and wrapped around her too, hugging her tightly. She hoped his date was terrible and Logan managed a soft chuckle. He wished he could say it was, too. He was about to search for the quick answer out of his complicated situation, but Rhonda quickly announced she couldn’t stay. “You can’t?” He questioned, his brows raising.<br/><br/>Apparently she had a date to attend. “In that case, where are the handcuffs? I’m going to need a pair right here,” he looked around as if asking part of the crew. “This girl needs to be cuffed so that she can’t ever leave the villa, please!” His voice actually grew louder just to emphasize his joke. He managed a laugh, but inside, he was stressing, loads. She said he wasn’t allowed to have any fun while she was away. “If you’re not here… how can I possibly have any fun?”<br/><br/>Logan had almost texted that same thing to Delaney, but deleted the phrase. It felt like something that suited Rhonda better than Delaney. Which was only making him feel more confused about both women. When no handcuffs came and Logan had to let her go, he bent down to press a kiss against her forehead, then watched her saucily walk away. He shook his head, waving when she turned to wave back and blow him a kiss. When she was out of sight, the cameras zoomed in on Logan shutting his eyes and slowly lowering his head down, onto the flat kitchen counter.<br/><br/>A muffled “fuuuuck” could be heard, but just barely.<br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>