Don't Let Me Fall(37)

running out of his room in the summer is no longer etched in his mind. I still remember how he looked at me. Like I was some crazy animal with a disease.

“Hey,” Logan said giving me a smile that could melt my insides. “We’re–” He glanced at Jon and his whole body language changed. Shit. Yup. He’s that Victor’s cousin. “Where

’s that * cousin of yours?”

“Sitting somewhere,” Jon said waving him off. “So…when do you get off?” he asked looking back at me.

Logan’s eyebrow shot up as he glanced at me. The is-he-serious look was priceless. Then he waved me over with two fingers so I followed. I should feel like a dog with that. All I

need is the whistle.

Stop trying to see something bad it in. He’s a good guy.

“What do you guys want?” I asked him. “Pitcher of–”

Logan leaned in even more and pulled me toward him. The fact that there is a counter in-between us didn’t stop him from kissing me. Hard.

“Hey, none of that when she’s working,” Peyton said pulling me away and pointing a finger at Logan. “You should know better.” He should.

Logan smiled and licked his lips as he ordered a pitcher of beer and some shots. My mind wasn’t working properly so I stood there for a few seconds trying to remember how to grab a

pitcher. And fill it up.

He kissed me.

And not because he wanted to.

He was marking his territory.

Don’t f-uck it up, Rebeckah. He just saved you from being hit on by Jon. And he probably saved you from making a stupid decision like going out back with Jon. And it’s not to take

out the trash. You know you would have been tempted.

“Come on, we have a line,” Peyton said lifting the part of the bar so I can leave and hand out drinks. We can’t enter the bar this way because there’s a lock near the middle and

it’s impossible to reach from the other side of the counter. Tim wants his employees (most importantly his alcohol) safe. I understand that.

I passed out drinks, grabbed more, handed them out and then grabbed Logan’s shots and pitcher. I move around pretty fast so they weren’t waiting too long.

Aimee looked uncomfortable when I got to their table and I noticed it’s because they’re sitting at a table that is maybe five feet away from Jon, Victor and the other guy. I

recognized him immediately. He’s Jon’s younger brother, Adam. Huh, he must have turned twenty-one recently.

“I can kick them out,” I said to Aimee.

She looked up at me and smiled. “I’m fine. Thanks. Now slide over the drinks.”

“Rebeckah, can you bring more cups?” Kevin asked. It’s not lost on me how good he looks right now. And his damn eyes. Dammit! But he’s not giving me his f-uck-me eyes or pulling

me out back. He knows about me and Logan. Me and Logan. Wow…there is a me and Logan.

The other three guys nodded at me. Those three have been looking at me like I am the sun. I think it has to do with the fact that I didn’t let Kevin embarrass me with the whole

underwear thing. I know he’s done it before and I can only imagine how the girls react after it.

“This is Max, Juan and Shaun,” Darren shouted to be heard over the noise as he pointed at each one. Max is a big guy, probably a football player back in high school. He has shaggy

brown hair and brown eyes. He’s cute. They all are. Juan is big too but it looks like the gym is his best friend at the moment. His blonde hair and blue eyes make you do a double

take when you look at him because he looks too perfect. It’s like he stepped out of a magazine. And Shaun has to be the best looking dark skinned man I’ve laid eyes on. It must be

the eyes that do me in. They’re sky blue just like the actor Michael Ealy. God, they are nice. But Aimee and Logan top them. Their eyes are f-ucking magical.

Darren and Logan are friends with all of these guys so Kevin comes along. It’s not awkward… Cue the crickets.

A hand slipped around my waist and a head rested on my shoulder. “It’s been what…four years?” Adam said into my ear. Damn he smells like straight up alcohol. Didn’t they just

come in? “And you look the same.” I slipped out of his grasp and held him at arms length.

“I think you should eat something,” I said. “And stop drinking.” He’s not a bad guy. He was always nice when we passed each other in the halls and he was always telling Jon to

get with me but it never worked. Back in high school, I kind of didn’t date. Seeing my parents’ marriage crumble kind of pushed me away from relationships.

He took a step back and stumbled so I grabbed him with the help of Caleb standing up and grabbing his arm. “I think it’s good if he goes home,” he said.

“No,” Adam pouted. He stretched his arms out and pulled me into him. He wasn’t groping me or anything, he just hugged me. “I’m glad you’re back,” he slurred. “They didn’t

hurt you.”

I was about to ask what he meant when Jon walked over and pulled his brother off me. “Come on,” he said. “You’re past shitfaced.”

“They didn’t hurt her,” Adam murmured to Jon. “Isn’t that good?”