Don't Let Me Fall(40)

Logan always turns into fun. We start up a conversation about my tattoos and he just has to touch them so it’s a win-win. He gets to touch me while I talk.

Isn’t that what people want? For me to talk?

I don’t beat around the bush. I shake the bitch until her leaves start to fall off.

Me: I want to have sex

I waited for him to reply. He has to say I can come over. He has to tell me he wants it too. I won’t go over there and have him say he doesn’t want to do anything. I’m not going

to rape him.

The thing is, Logan knows I’m screwed up so he’s going slow with me. Because I kind of asked him to. I don’t want us to be all about sex. I want to see how I get, how I act and

if the urge will finally stop. I don’t want to drag Logan down with me for no reason. I don’t want him thinking I’m using him.

Thirty minutes passed and nothing.

Ten more.

Logan: Are you sure?

Finally!!

I sat up in bed and turned on the lamp beside me. I look decent. Or should I shower. I showered before I went to work. But I did sweat...

Me: Yeah

Logan: Turn off the light

I stared at my phone for a few seconds then it clicked. And I was smiling like an idiot.

Me: Stalker

Logan: Only yours :P

God, I want that tongue on that smiley face to be his right now. I am picturing way too many dirty things and I like it.

I threw some clothes into my bag, sprayed myself and headed downstairs. I walked into the kitchen and left a note on the kitchen counter for anyone who wakes up first.

When I headed outside and saw the twins’ car, my heart skipped a beat. The douchebag didn’t answer me and he drove here. Hmm. I can only imagine what his face would have looked

like if I told him I was joking.

Insert wide eyes and sing, ‘He would have looked like an idiot.’ That’s the way I’m thinking it.

I got into the car and Logan just stared at me with a surprised look. When his eyes found mine, he smiled. “You wear that to sleep or did I get lucky?” he asked.

It may be cold as shit outside but in the house it is hot as hell (really, Kelsey needs to be in a warm environment) so sleeping with full pjs is out of the question.

I’m in black shorts that barely cover my ass when I bend over and my tank top is doing nothing to cover my boobs. At least I’m wearing a bra.

“It’s coming off anyways so I didn’t see the point in changing,” I said. I even left my hair in a messy bun. I look like complete shit at this point.

“I didn’t think you could be anymore beautiful,” Logan said leaning toward me. “I was wrong.” He pecked my lips and settled back into his seat.

See, it’s shit like that that gets my mind off the suicide.

I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling like an idiot. I glanced at him and took in his wrinkled t-shirt and sweats. He literally just got out of bed for me. And the hair. f-uck

me, his hair is messy and he looks f-ucking edible.

When we got to his room, the first thing he did was grab his desk chair and prop it against the bathroom door so Darren can’t sneak in. I couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“You don’t want interruptions?” I asked.

Logan took one look at me and my insides liquefied.

“Not when I’m going to do what I want to do,” he said with a dark stare. Shit. I’m going to get my world rocked.

He picked me up and dropped me on the bed.



***

The sound of the bathroom door handle turning and trying to be opened, interrupted my peaceful, quiet daydreaming. I was just thinking about all the things Logan and I did not

thirty minutes ago and my mind was being taken to another place.

I felt Logan laugh behind me. His chest vibrated against my back as his arm slid around my middle and he pulled me into him.

“See. Planning ahead works,” he said kissing my neck.

“Getting a new roommate is even better,” I joked.

Darren is annoying but he’s alright. He’s someone I grew to like. As a friend. The constant flirting and touching is just to get on Logan’s nerves because he knows that he hates

it. Aimee told me a few days ago that when Logan likes someone, he doesn’t like seeing other people getting too friendly with that person. And seeing as how I am the biggest slut

or was, he’s extra paranoid. I don’t blame him. My eyes wander sometimes. But they always end up back on him.

I think me never really dating anyone made me like this. A whore. Easy. Whatever you want to call it. I’ve never been tied down. Unless sex was involved. I always had my way with

men and then I moved on to the next. I never had to focus on being with one person and only that one person.

My phone vibrated and I’m one hundred percent sure it’s Darren asking if I’m over. No, Logan will just lock him out for no reason.

I got out of bed and started getting dressed for class.

“You still have forty minutes,” Logan said putting his arms under his head, giving me his full attention.

My eyes slid down his beautiful eyes, past the scruff on his chin that will be shaved pretty soon, down his perfectly sculpted chest and abs and landed at the V of his hips. The

comforter is covering the rest but I know what’s under there and my mouth is watering at the thought.