It’shim.
I’ve been falling for him for so long, I just didn’t realise it until now, but with that comes a sharp stab through my heart. Logan doesn’t want a relationship, he’d rather sleep with random women than fall in love.
Halfway home I got a text from my mom telling me she took my brother to see a movie and then for some food afterwards, so I’m not surprised to find the driveway empty when Logan pulls up outside my house.
“You’re quiet. Are you okay?” Logan asks, shutting off the engine, the stereo falling silent. “You’ve barely spoken the whole ride home.”
“I’m fine,” I say quietly, still staring out of the window.
I feel him take my hand in his, bringing it to his lap and squeezing tight. “Tell me what’s wrong,” he presses.
“What you were saying earlier, about not wanting love or a relationship…”
“Yeah?”
I hesitate before continuing. “So… you and me…?” I speak while keeping my eyes on our hands, not daring to make eye contact.
He squeezes my hands tighter. “Look at me,” he says and I do, only finding kindness in his eyes. “I want you. I want you so fucking bad, Ames, but you deserve so much better than me. You don’t want someone like me.”
“But what if what I want is right in front of me?”
“You don’t know what you’re saying, Ames. I’m no good for you. I’m not sure I can give you what you want.”
I pull my hands free of his grasp. “And what is that?”
“A relationship. Romance.Love.”
“But I- I like you, Logan. I like you a lot.” I admit, fiddling with the hem of my dress. “You’re all I think about. I don’t care about romance, I… I just... I just wantyou.” I glance over at him when I speak my last words, and something in him snaps. He drops my hand, grips the nape of my neck and pulls me to him as he claims my mouth with his. He unclips my seatbelt and drags me across the centre console and places me on his lap, my knees tight at his hips.
“Fuck, I need you, Ames. Need you so fucking bad, baby,” he whispers against my lips.
“I need you too.”
He takes my mouth harder, his hands squeezing my ass as my fingers dive into his hair, and I begin to rock against him, feeling him harden underneath me. Right now, I don’t care that we’re in his truck, where anyone walking past could see us. Right now, it’s just us.
I feel his fingers brush over my panties, finding them wet already and my body responds to the slightest of his touches, his thumb rubbing me slowly over the thin cotton that separates our skin.
It feels incredible, but I need more.
With one hand still between my legs, his other works the button and fly of his jeans open, and the sound of his zipper has me stiffening involuntarily.
“You okay?” he pants, peering up at me.
“Yeah. I just... I’ve never... I’ve never done this before,” I admit, dropping my gaze.
“You don’t mean...?”
I nod slowly. “I’m a virgin.” Heat rises to my cheeks.
He blinks a couple of times while staring up at me silently, trying to process what I’ve said. “How the fuck are you a virgin?”
“I… I just thought you should know. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you before.”
He continues staring at me for a moment before placing a soft kiss on my lips. “We should probably call it a night.”
“O…Oh. Okay.” I shift off him, returning to my seat, the slightest twinge of rejection stabbing me I’m the gut. It’s not a nice feeling. Is it because I said I was a virgin? “Do you not want me now? Now you know I’m a virgin?”
Does my lack of experience offend him in some way?
