He went still under her touch, frowned a bit at her words, but let it go. He argued with himself briefly, just fucking tell her, but didn't think it was such a good idea being drunk off his feet and -- yeah, the whole Lynn taking a swan dive into the Pacific ocean. Not the best time, Logan wanted sunshine and surf and maybe a picnic, Tess in a bikini when he told her.
"You'd be hot in a pink bikini," he said, randomly, smiling at her fingers carding through his hair. Closed his eyes and again imagined Lynn's eyes tearing from the bite of wind as she fell. "We'd go surfing, Tess, when I tell you. A whole day, just you and me. Fire at night. Sleep on a blanket, cuddle up against the cold."
Stop it, stop it. The taste of pear flooding his mouth, and he remembered Lynn, face white and eyes glittering, pushing Aaron away.