Tamed (Torn #5)(3)

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Texting Logan,” she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Truthfully, it was. The three of us were inseparable. We would be best friends forever—or at least until Chloe realized that Logan was in love with her. Then, I wasn’t sure where our terrible threesome would end up.

“He’ll be here in a few.” She stood and walked to the fridge.

I watched as she opened the freezer and pulled out a tub of ice cream.

She grabbed three spoons out of a drawer and turned to face me. “Come on, I know just what you need.”

“What?” I asked wearily.

“An ice cream party while we watch the hottest man alive slay evil things.”

I smiled. “Buffy marathon?”

She nodded. “Buffy marathon.”

When Logan arrived twenty minutes later, we’d already put a huge dent in the ice cream. He took one look at the television and sighed before dropping down on the couch beside me.

I handed him a spoon. “We’re going to spend the day getting fat. You might as well join us.”

He smiled before glancing over at Chloe. His eyes were still on her when he took the spoon from my hand.

Finally, he looked back at me. “You good?”

Chloe had obviously told Logan what was going on.

“I’ll survive. Now, shut up, and let me watch Angel. I think he takes his shirt off in this one.”

He rolled his baby-blue eyes. “Oh, goody, I can’t wait.”

I laughed as I elbowed him in the stomach. He’d obviously been working out more. My elbow felt like it had collided with solid steel.

Asshole.

Logan was one of the prettiest guys I’d ever seen but not in a feminine way. No, no one could describe him as feminine, that was for sure. His sandy blond hair was cut shorter than normal for summer, but he pulled it off well. His eyes were a bright blue, and his lips were full but not overly so.

I’d watched him for the past four years. His once round baby face had gradually sharpened into the strong face of a man. Once upon a time, I’d thought that I cared about Logan as more than just a friend.

I’d even tried to act on those feelings, but he’d kindly told me no. I’d been hurt until he explained how in love he was with Chloe. Once he’d admitted his feelings, I wasn’t sure how I’d been so blind to them. From then on, I’d notice him watching her daily with a desperate look in his eyes.

Even though he’d shot me down, I never held it against him. He’d been sincere with his regret. That had been much easier to handle than watching my boyfriend of over a year f*ck someone else.

Tears welled up in my eyes again, and I silently cursed myself. I tried to hide them, but Logan missed nothing. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me tight against him.

“This show isn’t all bad. At least Buffy is hot,” he said without taking his eyes off the TV.

Jesus, I love this boy. Leave it to him to let me deal with my tears without drawing more attention to myself.

I glanced over at Chloe. I only wished she could love him the way he wanted her to. Out of all of us, Logan deserved happiness the most.





Three Months Later—August

West Virginia University Campus,

Morgantown, West Virginia

As I stepped out of the building after class, I shielded my eyes with my hand to block out the glare of the sun. Once I could see, I noticed Chloe, and I waved as I headed toward her.

“Hey, girl! How did your classes go?” I asked once I was next to her.

She smiled as she stood, and we started walking toward our dorm. “They were good. It was mainly a bunch of boring stuff over and over.”

I nodded as she walked alongside me. “Yeah, mine were the same. I’m so glad we decided to only take a few classes this semester until we get adjusted.”

Both of us had decided to go easy on the classes our first semester, so we were squeezing by with the bare minimum to be considered full-time students—unlike Logan, who had enough classes for two people. He was always the overachiever, that one.

“Anyway, have you seen some of these guys walking around here? I think I’m in love!” I said, thinking of the hot guy I’d sat next to during my first class.

He’d eye-f*cked me for ninety minutes straight. That had to be a new record.

Since the day I’d caught Chad in bed with Carrie, my outlook on men had changed. They were no longer something I desired. The only reason I would pay any attention to them was for the simple fact that I enjoyed sex. I’d promised myself that I would never again give my heart to a man. Would I toy with them the way Chad had toyed with me? Without a doubt.

Unfortunately, I’d spent most of my summer avoiding men at all costs—with the exception of Logan. Now that I was on a campus filled with thousands of college guys, my long-lost libido was now wide-awake and raring to go.

“Yeah, I noticed a couple,” Chloe mumbled, pulling me from my thoughts.

I stopped dead in my tracks and spun to face her. “What? You noticed someone? I thought for sure you were a nun in hiding!”

The fact that Chloe had noticed someone was huge. While I’d spent most of my high school years flirting with any cute guy I could find, Chloe had stayed away from men altogether, claiming that she wasn’t interested in any of them.