Chapter 13
Logan
Ican’t count the times I’ve replayed that kiss over and over in my head since it happened, so much so that I was awake most of the night, my brain too wired to sleep. I’ve been tossing and turning all night, wondering if giving in to my need for her was the right thing to do.
I can’t deny how fucking good it felt to have her finally in my arms, and sure, it felt fucking fantastic kissing her the second time knowing that dipshit David was watching, showing him that she’llneverbe his.
But I can’t help wondering whether I’m doing the right thing by her?
Amy is young, a lit student who spends her days buried in romance novels. She’s a romantic by nature, and most likely looking for her own white knight to sweep her off her feet. But I’m not the white knight of this story. I’m far from it. I’m no good for her. She deserves so much more than what I can give her, but I can’t seem towantto let her go.
I know I should, but she makes me weak.
I’m selfish.What can I say?
That kiss yesterday... Never has a kiss ever felt like that before, never has a kiss ignited a fire deep in my soul with just one touch of her lips.
This thing I’m feeling for her, it’s strong, stronger than anything I’ve ever come across in the past, and I’m not strong enough to fight it anymore.
As I pull up outside her house, she’s waiting for me just inside the front door, and once she sees me, she closes the door behind her and makes her way to the truck.
My music pumps through the stereo, the deep bass and heavy drumbeat reverberating through my chest, just how I like it, but I lower the volume slightly, thinking Amy wouldn’t take too kindly to it.
She pulls herself up into the passenger seat and smiles, a blush immediately staining her cheeks. “Hi,” she says awkwardly.
“Hey, babygirl,” I smirk. “You ready?”
She nods. “Sure am.”
I pull off the curb and soon we’re heading down the freeway. As I drive, I can’t help but be hyper-aware of her sitting next to me. The scent of her sweet perfume fills the air and invades my senses in the most welcome way, and all I wanna do is slide her across the centre console and into my lap and kiss her mad.
“You call this music?” she asks, nodding towards the stereo.
“Hey, don’t knock AC/DC. They’re one of the best rock bands that ever graced this earth!”
“If you say so.” She cocks an eyebrow in my direction.
“Let me guess, you listen to One Direction and Justin Bieber, right?” I ask with a smirk.
She gasps. “I take offense to that statement.”
I laugh and she joins me.
“Ariana Grande?” I try again and she makes an exaggerated gagging noise.
“So who doeslittle miss I have no taste in good musiclisten to?”
“Fleetwood Mac.”
It’s not at all what I expected her to say and I’m pleasantly surprised.
“The girl has taste after all. What’s your favourite song?”
“Dreams. Stevie Nicks is just...” She drops her head back against the headrest and closes her eyes, a soft smile touching her lips.
I pull out my phone and connect it to my sound system, selecting a Fleetwood Mac playlist, and a second later, the soft melodic opening toDreamsbegins to filter into the truck.
Her face lights up at the sound and she starts singing under her breath, gently swaying to the music and if it isn’t the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen...
