TWENTY ONE

Logan and I are like a wolf and sheep arguing over matters of social interaction. I'm the black sheep of the family, and somehow this wolf moves in and starts telling me to do things to please him, but I will not have it. I was also a wolf wearing sheep's clothing because I had to hide from everyone who wanted my head for murder.

I was watching Logan walking towards the window. I let out a tired groan, brushing my hair back. I saw the leather jacket on the bed, making me moan. I grabbed it and turned. "Hey, you forgot your-"

Just when I was about to call out for Logan to get his jacket because I did not want it anymore, he cut me off when his lips were on mine. I made a noise as he crushed our mouths together. I tried pulling back, but Logan had his arm around my waist, so I took steps back again, hitting the wall. I dragged him with me. He locked our lips together and sealed it well because there was no way I was getting out of it, and I wanted to kill myself for this, but I kissed h