FORTY SEVEN

"What's her name?" I asked Logan.

After that heartfelt moment, we decided to head to the beach. The streets were busier because all the bars and certain spots were open until midnight. Once I stepped out of his car, I felt the cold ocean breeze brush against my skin. It may be challenging, but luckily we got a large blanket, one size — just the two of us.

We sat on the beach with my toes curled in the sand. I laid in front of Logan, acting like my personal backrest pillows. I put my head back on his chest as we watched the powerful waves hit the beach's edge.

"Her name was Niana, Miss Niana Davenport," Logan said with a stable breath. Just mentioning her name must of bring back painful memories. "She was so beautiful, smart, and kind. Which reminds me of you."

"Me kind? Didn't you see me do all those things to Paris, that date of yours and Mandy?"

Logan laugh. "Yeah, but I could tell you were jealous. Although, I was pretty upset about what you did to my date."

"Do you want me to cast