At your house?
Not tonight. Different house. Seniors.
I was tempted. But not enough to get off the couch, change, primp, and go to a house I didn’t know, by myself, at midnight. Even if that was where Logan was.
No thanks. I’m in for the night.
Bubble on his end. Then nothing. Then bubbles again. Was he trying to figure out what to say? Should I invite him over here? I really wanted to see him again, but it’d only been this morning when I left his house telling myself to keep it all in perspective.
Feel like company?
Yes,I texted quicker than I ever had before.
I have to make a quick appearance at the team party. But I won’t be long.
Hurry.
Many, many emojis followed. They could be interpreted as dirty if I read them that way.
And I did.
* * *
Emily happily movedto the couch with her pillow and comforter when she heard Logan was coming over, citing all the times I’d left the room when she and Caleb would talk. And Logan and I were on each other the moment I closed the door to my bedroom behind us.
It was like we’d gone months without touching each other, even though it’d only been about twelve hours. Our clothes were off, condom on, and he was inside me, kissing me with a hunger that matched my own.
“I missed you,” he said.
“Me too,” I replied. He pulled his head back and smiled down at me, pushing deeper into me as I groaned.
“I thought, maybe, it wouldn’t be so…”
“Urgent?” I supplied.
“Yeah. Urgent. But it is. Isn’t it? Even after last night. All night.”
“Yes. It is. Fuck me, Logan.”
His cheek dimples came out, then his face hardened as he pumped into me, lifting my knee up around his hip, making me come within a few strokes.
I held on to his massive shoulders as I rode the wave, never wanting it to end.
* * *
Logan
“Congrats on the win,”Megan said into my chest where her head rested.
Deliberately misunderstanding her, I answered, “Actually, I think you won. Score was 3-2.”
It took her a second to realize my tally was in orgasms, not goals, and she snorted a laugh while her arm snaked around my waist and her tongue was on my nipple, making me contemplate evening the score at 3 all.
* * *
The sun was crackingthrough the slit at the bottom of the shade in Megan’s window when we finally broke apart.
“I should probably go so Emily can get back in here to change or whatever,” I said, not wanting to leave the warmth of Megan’s body, nor her bed.
