cost me so much, Annie, I’m still paying for it in every way possible. My friend had a younger brother who’s going to college on a free ride. Smart kid. But so fucking annoying. We just don’t mesh, but he couldn’t afford an apartment... so I told him to crash in mine while he’s in school. It’s the least I could do, right?”
“What happened to your friend?”
“He’s fine now. He used to play baseball but that ended his baseball dreams. He’s in school down in Florida. Thankfully nobody ended up suing each other and as pathetic as it is... my father, the big bad lawyer, got me out of most of it.”
Logan’s eyes were weary and hurt.
“It’s okay,” I said. “It’s okay to be hurt.”
“So I just pay,” Logan said. “Everyday that I wake up and Tommy’s in the apartment, I pay. That’s why I stay here so much. Seeing Tommy keeps that pain alive. Thinking about what my father did, keeps the pain alive. He used the divorce as a reason why I acted like a dumb kid.. And it all worked. My last couple years of high school were a fucking blur. Time moved on but part of my heart...”
I couldn’t take it anymore.
Logan wasn’t speaking about himself to me, he was speaking about me to me. I was completely sitting up by then and I made my move again, just like at the bottom of the steps. My lips touched his and my other hand grabbed for his shirt. But Logan wasn’t wearing a shirt. So my hand grabbed at his skin. His soft skin. His sexy skin. So I gripped his shoulder, feeling the hardness of muscle as we kissed.
It was just lips for a few seconds. Kissing once, twice, three times. Then I parted my lips a little and to my shock, Logan pushed at me, wanting it. His mouth opened and our tongues touched. I moaned, feeling foolish but turned on. Then, both my hands were at his sides, holding him, never wanting to leave me.
He didn’t.
He pushed at me again, taking me down to the bed.
Logan didn’t climb directly on top of me. His arms locked straight, keeping the top half of his perfect body off me. His lower half touched me, but not where I wanted to be touched. We were at such an angle where it didn’t work.
But the kissing did.
Logan kissed me with a deep passion.
Our tongues battled for space, my teeth teasing at his lips, tempted to bite for a second. Logan did the exact same thing to me. The kiss broke twice and each time we stared at each other for a couple seconds. I wasn’t going to say anything because I had nothing to say. I had what I wanted. Logan didn’t say a word either but as he exhaled his breaths I could tell something was racing through his mind. Both times, he groaned and went back to kissing me. I never enjoyed making out with someone so much as I did with Logan in that heated moment. The thoughts of what had happened to me were slipping away.
My nails dug into Logan’s back a little and started to move down. I knew exactly what I wanted next and how to get it.
I wanted Logan’s body against me. Inside.
But Logan broke the kiss for a third time, ending it.
His mouth was away from mine, too far away. He hovered over me, breathing, blinking.
“Shit,” he whispered. “Annie...”
“Don’t say a thing,” I said. “I’m right here, Logan. I want this.”
“Our emotions,” Logan said.
“Fuck that,” I said. “Kiss me again.”
“Annie... we’re...”
Logan scrambled, trying to maybe convince himself what he should or shouldn’t do. So I did something. I pulled the rockstar card on Logan. I hadn’t forgotten a word he sang during that acoustic song when DownCrash was jamming in the garage. I hadn’t forgotten a word written in that notebook either.
I licked my lips and whispered to Logan.
“I thought I laughed once, but I just tasted my own tears.”
Logan closed his eyes and sighed. “That’s not fair.”
“Yes it is,” I said. “Logan, just come next to me then.”
Logan opened his eyes and looked like he was going to move. I clawed at
“What happened to your friend?”
“He’s fine now. He used to play baseball but that ended his baseball dreams. He’s in school down in Florida. Thankfully nobody ended up suing each other and as pathetic as it is... my father, the big bad lawyer, got me out of most of it.”
Logan’s eyes were weary and hurt.
“It’s okay,” I said. “It’s okay to be hurt.”
“So I just pay,” Logan said. “Everyday that I wake up and Tommy’s in the apartment, I pay. That’s why I stay here so much. Seeing Tommy keeps that pain alive. Thinking about what my father did, keeps the pain alive. He used the divorce as a reason why I acted like a dumb kid.. And it all worked. My last couple years of high school were a fucking blur. Time moved on but part of my heart...”
I couldn’t take it anymore.
Logan wasn’t speaking about himself to me, he was speaking about me to me. I was completely sitting up by then and I made my move again, just like at the bottom of the steps. My lips touched his and my other hand grabbed for his shirt. But Logan wasn’t wearing a shirt. So my hand grabbed at his skin. His soft skin. His sexy skin. So I gripped his shoulder, feeling the hardness of muscle as we kissed.
It was just lips for a few seconds. Kissing once, twice, three times. Then I parted my lips a little and to my shock, Logan pushed at me, wanting it. His mouth opened and our tongues touched. I moaned, feeling foolish but turned on. Then, both my hands were at his sides, holding him, never wanting to leave me.
He didn’t.
He pushed at me again, taking me down to the bed.
Logan didn’t climb directly on top of me. His arms locked straight, keeping the top half of his perfect body off me. His lower half touched me, but not where I wanted to be touched. We were at such an angle where it didn’t work.
But the kissing did.
Logan kissed me with a deep passion.
Our tongues battled for space, my teeth teasing at his lips, tempted to bite for a second. Logan did the exact same thing to me. The kiss broke twice and each time we stared at each other for a couple seconds. I wasn’t going to say anything because I had nothing to say. I had what I wanted. Logan didn’t say a word either but as he exhaled his breaths I could tell something was racing through his mind. Both times, he groaned and went back to kissing me. I never enjoyed making out with someone so much as I did with Logan in that heated moment. The thoughts of what had happened to me were slipping away.
My nails dug into Logan’s back a little and started to move down. I knew exactly what I wanted next and how to get it.
I wanted Logan’s body against me. Inside.
But Logan broke the kiss for a third time, ending it.
His mouth was away from mine, too far away. He hovered over me, breathing, blinking.
“Shit,” he whispered. “Annie...”
“Don’t say a thing,” I said. “I’m right here, Logan. I want this.”
“Our emotions,” Logan said.
“Fuck that,” I said. “Kiss me again.”
“Annie... we’re...”
Logan scrambled, trying to maybe convince himself what he should or shouldn’t do. So I did something. I pulled the rockstar card on Logan. I hadn’t forgotten a word he sang during that acoustic song when DownCrash was jamming in the garage. I hadn’t forgotten a word written in that notebook either.
I licked my lips and whispered to Logan.
“I thought I laughed once, but I just tasted my own tears.”
Logan closed his eyes and sighed. “That’s not fair.”
“Yes it is,” I said. “Logan, just come next to me then.”
Logan opened his eyes and looked like he was going to move. I clawed at
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