"You're not just fucking around with her are you?Because Amy's not like that. Amy's the type of girl you take a hold of and never let go."
"No, I'm not fucking around. I don't have a clue what I'm fucking doing but all I know, is that when I imagine what my future looks like, I see... her."
Dwight grins. “Told you so,” he says with a smirk, smiling into his beer glass as he brings it up to his lips.
The song playing switches to a slower one, and before I realise it, I’m up and out of the booth, stalking my way over to Amy. She doesn’t see me approach, and when I reach her, I wrap my arms around her from behind, pulling her into my body as I bury my face in her hair and her neck.
Her body tenses momentarily until she realises it’s me and I feel her relax against me.
“Dance with me,” I command in a low voice, my lips grazing the shell of her ear.
I look up to see Quinn smiling at me as she backs away, heading back towards Dwight who’s still at the table.
I kiss a trail up her neck before taking her earlobe into my mouth, and even over the music, I hear her moan. Our bodies are tight up against each other, her back against my front as Amy and I sway to the song and she melts against me. It’s intimate and sensual as the room around us falls away, leaving only us and the music.
“You don’t know how beautiful you are, Amy,” I murmur, running my bottom lip over her ear, making her shiver. “Out of every girl in this room, you’re the only girl I see.”
I’m just about to spin her around and kiss her when she steps out of my arms and takes off towards the exit, leaving me standing alone in the centre of the dancefloor, staring after her as she walks away.
Chapter 22
Amy
Istep out into the cool night air and let out the waterfall of tears I’ve been fighting for the past fifteen minutes. I don’t know how long I stand here, my back against the cold brick of the building as hot tears stream down my face. The more I try to stop them from flowing, it only makes me cry harder.
Even after those women disappeared, they’re still very much present in my brain. I’m not stupid enough to not know that Logan has a past with a lot of women, and I’ve made peace with that, his life before me has nothing to do with me, but I can’t seem to rid the image of the three of them together from my mind.
Did he fuck them both? Together?
Is that what Logan likes?I mean, of course it is, what red-blooded man is going to pass up a threesome with two gorgeous women?
My heart weighs heavy in my chest as realisation and dread sets in. I’m not enough for Logan. I never will be. I can’t possibly make him happy can I? What happens when he gets bored of me and moves on? What happens when he finally realises that he wants more than me and he leaves me behind? A sharp tug on my heart has me clutching chest at the thought.
I get now why they say that love hurts. It reels you in with the prospect of living happily ever after, only to have those dreams crushed, the ashes of your broken heart scattering in the wind.
I should never have been so stupid and naive to fall in love with a man like Logan, because people like him don’t go for girls like me.
“You okay there, sweetheart?” a man a few feet away from me asks, his words slurring slightly.
“I’m fine,” I lie, wiping my eyes with the back of my sleeves.
The man stumbles his way over to me, drunkenly. “Sure I can’t make you feel better?” He gets up in my face, crowding my space and gettingwaytoo close. I can’t escape because I’m already backed up against the building behind me.
“Can you just leave me alone, please.”
“Don’t be like that, sweetheart, let me take real good care of you.” He leans in, his foul breath smelling of beer and cigarettes, the stench turning my stomach. I turn my face just in time before his mouth connects with me, it misses my lips and settles on my cheek. I try to wriggle away from him, pushing back against his chest, but his hands are all over me, groping roughly.
“Get off me!” I shout.
“You’re feisty. I like that.”
“Get off!”
He’s ripped away from me as Logan swings his fist into the guy's face, sending the man sprawling back, landing hard on the ground.
“You ever touch her or any other girl again, I’ll end you. Now get the fuck out of here you worthless piece of shit.” Logan gives him a hard kick to the stomach as the man scrambles to his feet and limps away, clutching his stomach and tripping over his feet as he goes.
“You okay?” Logan asks, taking my face in his hands. I nod, not meeting his eye.
