Chapter 16
Elise
Unlike the lasttime I decided to stop sleeping with Logan, it wasn't so easy to stop thinking about him. I went on a date, and while the guy in question wasn't terrible, he wasn't what I was interested in either.
At the end of the night, I could realize it was because he had been too nice the whole time.
And what a concept. 'Too nice'. What did that even mean? Men were supposed to be nice. They were supposed to compliment you and your work and not make you feel like garbage. But somehow the particular brand of prickly irritation that Logan always had had managed to become the norm to me.
I was both angry and confused about it all.
I didn't like him. That was the truth.
Or at least I thought it was. I'd never liked him before, anyway. He was rude and unbearable, but maybe... maybe I was getting to know him a bit more? Maybe in the course of sleeping together, I was seeing other sides of him and those sides were worth knowing.
Or maybe it was just my famously bad taste rearing its ugly head once more.
It was hard to say.
What wasn't hard to say was the fact I missed him. I found myself daydreaming about his hands on my body, his mouth on mine. And then about his mouth lower down, kissing over my breasts, my stomach, my inner thighs.
It was hard to work when I was dripping wet, and I was starting to lose count of the times I'd gotten off in the shower or the bed or even my desk chair in my home office, fingers plunging into my wet core, just thinking about how much I wanted him.
It wasn't fair, and it also wasn't going away.
For his part, Logan seemed to be taking my suggestion that we not see each other to heart. I hadn't heard from him since we'd parted ways after our ramen lunch, and I'd been avoiding asking Dan about him.
Aside from Dan and Britt's dinner parties, we didn't travel in the same circles, and the chance of randomly running into him somewhere seemed astronomically small. And even if I did, what would I say? 'Hey, I've been having trouble focusing because all I want is for you to fuck me again'?
I wanted to cringe just thinking about it.
But we'd both agreed not to see each other that was after Greece, and he'd been open to hooking up again after that, so maybe it would be the same this time.
I wasn't the sort of person who was satisfied with quick hookups, and I'd never had a one-night stand, but there was just something about Logan. Something almost intoxicating that kept him on my mind.
So, one evening after I'd finished up a shoot and was feeling bold, I ended up at his apartment building, sitting outside in my car, realizing I didn't know his apartment number.
Biting my lip, I called him.
"Elise," he said when he answered, sounding nonplussed.
"Logan," I replied. "Are you at home?"
"Yes. Let me guess, you need another ride?"
I couldn't work out if he sounded annoyed or just his usual brand of irritated, so I kept going. "No, actually. I um, I wanted to talk to you about something. And I happened to be in the area near your apartment, so..."
He was quiet for a second, and I braced myself for him to tell me to fuck off. But when he sighed, I could hear the resignation in it. "Sure, come on up. It's 3B."
I was out of my car in a second.
I'd never been inside of Logan's apartment before, and I glanced around quickly when he let me in. It seemed like the kind of place he would live in. Minimal decor, but personal things on display.
But I wasn't there to look around and critique his decorating skills.
His eyes were locked on me as I stood there, and I wrung my hands together behind my back, trying to think of the best way to word my request. I should have come up with something before I came over, but I'd been so focused on getting there that it had slipped my mind.
I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, Logan was closing the distance between us and crushing his mouth against mine.
