I watch as she stumbles her way out of the garage on shaky legs, and I laugh softly to myself, loving how much that kiss affected her.
Twice before now I’ve tried to kiss her and both times crashed and burned, but this time, all of my dreams came true and I can scarcely believe it.
I don’t know exactly why I kissed her, I guess it was the heat of the moment,orit was the fact that that dipshit David was hanging all over her that finally made something in me snap?
I shouldn’t have done it, but I’m too far gone to walk away now.
This girl ismine.
Chapter 12
Amy
I’m sat in the living room with my mom, Graham and David, talking about old times and memories of my dad, but all I can think about is Logan. My lips are still tingling from where he kissed me not even half an hour ago.
My first kiss.
With Logan.
I can’t believe it actually happened. It took me so by surprise that by the time my brain caught up what was happening, it was almost over.
A bolt of pleasure zaps through my body just thinking about him, about how it felt to be in his arms, something I’ve dreamed about for so long. His thick, strong arms wrapped around me, his soft, expert mouth gliding against mine, his fingers tangled in my hair...
I’m sure I even felt his erection rubbing up against my stomach at one point.
Can a guy even get hard from just one kiss?Apparently so.
I squirm in my seat just thinking about it, wanting to go to him and pick up where we left off. But who the hell am I kidding?
Why the hell would a fully-grown man like Logan be interested in me?
“Amy?” My mom’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts.
“Sorry, what?”
“Graham was just wondering how you know Logan.”
“Oh, right. Sorry, I was miles away. Um... We have mutual friends. My best friend Quinn is dating his friend Dwight, and I met him through them.”
“He’s doing an excellent job of the car, I can’t wait to see it all finished,” my mom comments, finishing the last remnants of her coffee from her cup. “Anyone want any more coffee?”
“That’d be great, thanks,” David says.
“I’ll have a cup, thank you,” Graham replies with a smile.
“No thanks, mom.”
My mom rises from her seat and so does Graham, offering her a hand with the drinks and they both disappear into the kitchen.
“You do know how sorry I am about your dad, right? It’s just awful.” David reaches across the table for my hand and takes it.
Since the last time I saw him, he looks like a different person. The David I once knew was strong, had a ripped body that had girls falling at his feet, including me when I was like fourteen, but the man sitting across from me is thin, almost sickly skinny. He has dark circles under his eyes like he hasn’t slept in weeks and he’s lost that sparkle in his eyes that used to have me melting when I was a teenager, not to mention he’s being weird.
He can barely look me in the eye. Maybe he really is sorry about my dad? They were really close, as close as I am to Graham. We were all like one big family, so I guess he must be hurting a lot too.
“Yeah… I know. Thanks,” I say, tugging back my hand gently, bringing it into my lap.
“So how’ve you been? It’s been what… four years?” he asks.
