thing to shut up, falling out of my hands and tumbling to the ground. I frantically dived for it, the ground scraping my knees as I reached for my phone so I could silence it. But before I could reach it, a strong, masculine hand wrapped around my phone and picked it up off the ground.
I was on the floor on my hands and knees, staring at the ground beneath me. I didn’t want to look up. If I did, I wouldn’t be able to control the overwhelming urge to tackle him to the ground. I just didn’t know if I would kiss him senseless or kick seven shades of shit out of him.
“Neva.” Oh God, even the way he said my name was so damn hot. Finally prying my eyes from the ground, I looked up to find Logan crouched down beside me. Dammit, he looks sexy. His t-shirt was now back on and his hair had that hot, messy look to it. But it was his sexy smirk that caught me off guard. Really caught me off guard.
“What do you want, Logan?” I asked in a whisper, snatching my phone from his hands.
“You were watching me?” He asked with fire in his eyes. I could feel the heat rising from my toes as my whole body blushed in response. The question was so innocent, yet it was laced with a command so erotic that it practically dripped sex.
“Your silence speaks volumes.” He said, flashing that sexy smirk at me once more before quickly leaning in, stopping just before his lips could touch mine. His breathing was erratic, matching mine as my pulse quickened as the seconds slowly ticked by. We sat in this position, both not leaning in for a kiss nor breaking apart. The tension was killing me, I wanted his lips on mine so much it hurt, why wouldn’t he kiss me? Tears stung my eyes as I slowly realized he wasn’t going to kiss me. He was slowly torturing me. I was so desperate for his touch that a single tear slowly fell from my face. Logan’s eyes went wide in surprise, couldn’t he see he was killing me? Couldn’t he see that I just wanted him to hold me?
I felt the pad of Logan’s thumb gently brush the stray tear away, making my blood boil and my panties wet. He was finally touching me, but only to wipe away the tears he had caused, what I had caused, what we had caused together. This thumb lingered on my cheek as he rubbed those delectable lazy circles in my skin, distracting me. I closed my eyes, basking in the feel of such a small amount of skin against mine. His thumb quickly pulled away, only to be replaced with a kiss so soft it was barely there. My eyes snapped open, he was almost screwing that skank on the hood of his Jeep only minutes ago, how dare he touch me like that!
“I saw you at the coffee shop, with Georgia.” I spat, my brain-to-mouth filter decided to switch itself off. It just came out so quickly.
“Like I saw you at the coffee shop, with Angel.” He shouted “You were kissing him again!”
“Yeah, and you were practically fucking Georgia on the hood of your damn car!”
“And you threw yourself at some guy only minutes after I fucking kissed you!” He said harshly.
“Screw you.” I spat, scrambling up to my feet, knocking Logan on his ass before taking off towards my dorm. I could hear him shouting my name behind me, I couldn’t do this.
Taking out my phone I quickly wrote out a text.
Me: I’ll be ready, Neva x
Low was right, a leopard never changes its spots.
I had an hour before Angel was coming to get me for dinner but I was still angry and so shamefully turned on, everything south of my waist was throbbing with need. Logan was seriously fucking with my head, bending me, torturing me, breaking me at a painfully slow pace and all I could do was hold on for the ride.
I walked into an empty dorm room, Low was nowhere to be found and the only sign of life was her messy bed. Sighing, I threw myself on to my bed, face first, burying my head into my pillow. Anger erupted through me, how fucking dare he?! I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at Logan’s antics, but my body decided to
I was on the floor on my hands and knees, staring at the ground beneath me. I didn’t want to look up. If I did, I wouldn’t be able to control the overwhelming urge to tackle him to the ground. I just didn’t know if I would kiss him senseless or kick seven shades of shit out of him.
“Neva.” Oh God, even the way he said my name was so damn hot. Finally prying my eyes from the ground, I looked up to find Logan crouched down beside me. Dammit, he looks sexy. His t-shirt was now back on and his hair had that hot, messy look to it. But it was his sexy smirk that caught me off guard. Really caught me off guard.
“What do you want, Logan?” I asked in a whisper, snatching my phone from his hands.
“You were watching me?” He asked with fire in his eyes. I could feel the heat rising from my toes as my whole body blushed in response. The question was so innocent, yet it was laced with a command so erotic that it practically dripped sex.
“Your silence speaks volumes.” He said, flashing that sexy smirk at me once more before quickly leaning in, stopping just before his lips could touch mine. His breathing was erratic, matching mine as my pulse quickened as the seconds slowly ticked by. We sat in this position, both not leaning in for a kiss nor breaking apart. The tension was killing me, I wanted his lips on mine so much it hurt, why wouldn’t he kiss me? Tears stung my eyes as I slowly realized he wasn’t going to kiss me. He was slowly torturing me. I was so desperate for his touch that a single tear slowly fell from my face. Logan’s eyes went wide in surprise, couldn’t he see he was killing me? Couldn’t he see that I just wanted him to hold me?
I felt the pad of Logan’s thumb gently brush the stray tear away, making my blood boil and my panties wet. He was finally touching me, but only to wipe away the tears he had caused, what I had caused, what we had caused together. This thumb lingered on my cheek as he rubbed those delectable lazy circles in my skin, distracting me. I closed my eyes, basking in the feel of such a small amount of skin against mine. His thumb quickly pulled away, only to be replaced with a kiss so soft it was barely there. My eyes snapped open, he was almost screwing that skank on the hood of his Jeep only minutes ago, how dare he touch me like that!
“I saw you at the coffee shop, with Georgia.” I spat, my brain-to-mouth filter decided to switch itself off. It just came out so quickly.
“Like I saw you at the coffee shop, with Angel.” He shouted “You were kissing him again!”
“Yeah, and you were practically fucking Georgia on the hood of your damn car!”
“And you threw yourself at some guy only minutes after I fucking kissed you!” He said harshly.
“Screw you.” I spat, scrambling up to my feet, knocking Logan on his ass before taking off towards my dorm. I could hear him shouting my name behind me, I couldn’t do this.
Taking out my phone I quickly wrote out a text.
Me: I’ll be ready, Neva x
Low was right, a leopard never changes its spots.
I had an hour before Angel was coming to get me for dinner but I was still angry and so shamefully turned on, everything south of my waist was throbbing with need. Logan was seriously fucking with my head, bending me, torturing me, breaking me at a painfully slow pace and all I could do was hold on for the ride.
I walked into an empty dorm room, Low was nowhere to be found and the only sign of life was her messy bed. Sighing, I threw myself on to my bed, face first, burying my head into my pillow. Anger erupted through me, how fucking dare he?! I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at Logan’s antics, but my body decided to
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