never that case with her. If I wanted to remember her, all I had to do was close my eyes and she'd be there. I'd always picture the way she threw her head back when she laughed. The sound was so infectious; you couldn't help but laugh with her. I remember everything about her. They way her lips felt against mine. The way my fingers felt linked with hers. The way her hair felt under my touch. Those fucking moaning sounds she made. I fucking remember everything about her. Everything. Clear as day. Perfect. In every fucking sense.
"I didn't know you wore glasses." I blurt out.
"Shit," she mumbled, going through her bag. She pulled out her contacts case, brought down the visor mirror and replaced her glasses with her contacts, blinking a few times when she was done. "I better get inside." She jerked her head to the front door.
I followed the movement and saw a bunch of guys hanging out the front. They were all drunk, cussing, and pushing each other around. She stepped out of the car, and I found myself doing the same.
I walked next to her, hands in my pockets.
"What are you doing?" she questioned, walking a bit closer to me as we passed the guys.
"I haven't eaten all day." I shrugged.
Plus, I've been here before, and I know how I treated the girls that worked here. I'm sure as shit not going to let some asshole treat her like that.
Logan
One of the guys from the team happened to be here, so we sat, totally by coincidence, on a table in Amanda's area. We ordered and ate together before he had to leave to get to his girlfriend’s dorm before her roommate came back.
Basically, he left to get laid.
Amanda was leaning on the bar; waiting for drinks, talking to the guy prepping them. He said something and she laughed, that same laugh I remembered so well. I eyed the guy that was laughing with her. And even though I had no right, I was jealous. Not because she was talking to him. Not even because they might be flirting with each other right now. But I was jealous because in my mind, those laughs belonged to me.
I walked up behind her and cleared my throat. The guy she was talking to stood to full height, squaring his shoulders when he saw me. Like I was a fucking threat to her.
She slowly turned around and looked up at me, "You all done?" She was actually smiling.
"Uh, yeah." I was still looking at the guy, who'd crossed his arms and was now staring me down. I felt a light tapping on my arm and tore my eyes away from that asshole to see Amanda's fingers on me, trying to get my attention. I brought my gaze to hers. "Yeah, I'm done. What time does your shift end?"
"Midnight."
I looked at my watch. Four hours to go. "I'll just wait here and give you a ride when you're done."
"What?" she said, laughing at me.
I don't know why. I didn't think it's funny.
"You can't wait, Logan. It's hours from now. What are you going to do here?"
"Dude," asshole bartender interrupted us. "My shift ends at the same time. I'll giver her a ride."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Amanda," I said, looking straight at him, "I'll take us home when you're done."
Instantly, I was being dragged by my arm into a random abandoned hallway.
She pushed me up against a wall, her tiny frame blocking me in. There was fire in her eyes.
I was getting turned on.
"Did you work it out?" She cocked an eyebrow.
"What are you talking about?" My hand went out to touch her waist, because when she was this close, all I wanted to do was touch her.
She was too quick to swat it away.
"Did you work out whose dick was bigger?"
I chuckled.
Her eyebrows rose.
I moved in to kiss her.
She pushed me away. "Quit. Fucking. Kissing. Me!"
Then she turned in her spot and stormed off. Her short shorts showed off her amazingly toned legs.
Logan: I think I may have a problem.
Dad: If it's red, itchy or inflamed, come straight home and notify everyone.
Logan: Ha Ha. Seriously though, is there some sort of medical condition involved with the uncontrollable need to
"I didn't know you wore glasses." I blurt out.
"Shit," she mumbled, going through her bag. She pulled out her contacts case, brought down the visor mirror and replaced her glasses with her contacts, blinking a few times when she was done. "I better get inside." She jerked her head to the front door.
I followed the movement and saw a bunch of guys hanging out the front. They were all drunk, cussing, and pushing each other around. She stepped out of the car, and I found myself doing the same.
I walked next to her, hands in my pockets.
"What are you doing?" she questioned, walking a bit closer to me as we passed the guys.
"I haven't eaten all day." I shrugged.
Plus, I've been here before, and I know how I treated the girls that worked here. I'm sure as shit not going to let some asshole treat her like that.
Logan
One of the guys from the team happened to be here, so we sat, totally by coincidence, on a table in Amanda's area. We ordered and ate together before he had to leave to get to his girlfriend’s dorm before her roommate came back.
Basically, he left to get laid.
Amanda was leaning on the bar; waiting for drinks, talking to the guy prepping them. He said something and she laughed, that same laugh I remembered so well. I eyed the guy that was laughing with her. And even though I had no right, I was jealous. Not because she was talking to him. Not even because they might be flirting with each other right now. But I was jealous because in my mind, those laughs belonged to me.
I walked up behind her and cleared my throat. The guy she was talking to stood to full height, squaring his shoulders when he saw me. Like I was a fucking threat to her.
She slowly turned around and looked up at me, "You all done?" She was actually smiling.
"Uh, yeah." I was still looking at the guy, who'd crossed his arms and was now staring me down. I felt a light tapping on my arm and tore my eyes away from that asshole to see Amanda's fingers on me, trying to get my attention. I brought my gaze to hers. "Yeah, I'm done. What time does your shift end?"
"Midnight."
I looked at my watch. Four hours to go. "I'll just wait here and give you a ride when you're done."
"What?" she said, laughing at me.
I don't know why. I didn't think it's funny.
"You can't wait, Logan. It's hours from now. What are you going to do here?"
"Dude," asshole bartender interrupted us. "My shift ends at the same time. I'll giver her a ride."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Amanda," I said, looking straight at him, "I'll take us home when you're done."
Instantly, I was being dragged by my arm into a random abandoned hallway.
She pushed me up against a wall, her tiny frame blocking me in. There was fire in her eyes.
I was getting turned on.
"Did you work it out?" She cocked an eyebrow.
"What are you talking about?" My hand went out to touch her waist, because when she was this close, all I wanted to do was touch her.
She was too quick to swat it away.
"Did you work out whose dick was bigger?"
I chuckled.
Her eyebrows rose.
I moved in to kiss her.
She pushed me away. "Quit. Fucking. Kissing. Me!"
Then she turned in her spot and stormed off. Her short shorts showed off her amazingly toned legs.
Logan: I think I may have a problem.
Dad: If it's red, itchy or inflamed, come straight home and notify everyone.
Logan: Ha Ha. Seriously though, is there some sort of medical condition involved with the uncontrollable need to
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