6

The kisses…

Oh God, those kisses. Those hot, wicked, toe curling kisses he pressed all over my body. Like he was branding me, owning me. And don’t even get me started on the way his muscles flexed with every move. 

Me, lying there, completely at his mercy as he thrust into me.

I couldn’t get the thought of last night out of my head

And now? Here I was, stuck in a boring-ass class, pretending to care about whatever the hell the lecturer was saying, when all my brain could replay was last night.

Logan.

Logan.

Logan.

This boy was ruining me, and the worst part? I liked it. No, scratch that, I loved it. His hands, his mouth, the way he could make me melt with just a look. It was unfair, really. 

"I am sorry, but did you seriously just show up in the same car as Logan Pierce?" A voice asked

The voice came from my right, pulling me out of my very inappropriate daydream. I turned to see a girl watching me with wide, curious eyes. She was stupidly pretty, big brown eyes, bouncy curls, and an outfit that made her look like she stepped straight out of a P*******t board.

She twirled a strand of hair around her finger, her eyes dragging up and down my body like she was trying to read me. "Sooo, you and Logan…?"

I blinked. "What about us?"

She gave me a look. "Girl. You don’t just show up with Logan Pierce and expect people not to notice. So, spill, are you guys, like, a thing?"

I let out a laugh. "Nope. Just neighbors. He gave me a ride, that is all." I lied

Her eyes narrowed like she knew I was holding back. "Neighbors" she muttered and leaned in, lowering her voice like she was about to ask the most important question of her life, "what does he smell like?"

I snorted. "Seriously?"

She nodded, completely serious. "Dead serious. I heard he smells like expensive cologne. Confirm or deny?"

I sighed dramatically. "Like fresh soap and probably whatever expensive cologne he drowns himself in. Happy now?"

She grinned. "Extremely. Now, next question. What’s he like? And…” she wiggled her brows, "what kind of girl is he into?"

I raised an eyebrow. "You think I figured all that out from one car ride?"

“Well, true” she said with a nod. “I am Dove, by the way. And you are?”

“Elena,” I answered.

Dove nodded, then leaned in like she was about to share some top-secret intel. “You are hot, I like you, and because of that, I am giving you a warning.” Her voice dropped to a whisper as she moved even closer, like we were in some spy movie. “Logan is cute, no, scratch that, he is a goddamn wet dream on legs which means he got a line of thirsty girls practically throwing their panties at him. And then there is Regina.”

I blinked. “Regina?”

Dove nodded like I had just said the name of Satan herself. “Yeah. Daddy’s money princess with a thing for marking her territory which, surprise surprise, includes Logan. Don’t let the cute blue eyes and ‘nice girl’ act fool you. That girl will rip apart any female who breathes in his direction.”

Hold up. Was she talking about the girl I saw earlier? The one who nearly launched herself at Logan like he was her personal property?

I frowned. “Wait, who exactly is Regina?”

Dove sighed like she was tired of explaining the obvious. “You saw her this morning, ran straight to Logan, threw her arms around him, and shamelessly kissed him like they were in some damn rom-com. That’s Regina. Don’t piss her off. She is a psycho.”

I huffed. “So, you were, like, watching us?”

She gave me an are you kidding me look. “Every girl watches Logan Pierce. It is like an unwritten rule at this school. He knows he is the main character.”

Great. So, Logan had girls drooling over him left and right, and here I was, just another idiot falling for his charm.

“So, he and Regina…” I trailed off, trying not to sound like I cared even though I totally did “Are they, like, dating or something?”

Dove was about to answer when

“Miss Carter, is it?”

I froze.

Slowly, I turned toward the professor, trying not to look as guilty as I felt.

“Is there something you would like to share with the rest of the class?”

“I… I…” I stammered like a total idiot.

The professor let out a sigh, clearly over my existence. “If you have nothing to share with the rest of the class, Miss Carter, perhaps you can bless us all with a little silence instead?” He lifted a brow, daring me to say something stupid.

I muttered a quick, “Sorry,” trying not to shrivel into my seat and die on the spot.

 He gave me a warning look before continuing his lecture.

I peeked at Dove, who mouthed a tiny “Sorry” 

I sighed and forced myself to focus.

Before I knew it, class was over, and I had an hour-long break before the next class. 

Normally, I would be productive or study, but instead, I did what any self-respecting girl who just got ruined by a hot stepbrother would do.

I opened I*******m.

And typed in Logan Pierce. I searched for his profile and… 

Thirty. Thousand. Followers.

My jaw dropped. Scrolling through, I realized this man had one picture. One fucking picture. And it was just him, shirtless.

The comment section? A thirst trap disaster zone.

"Daddy, ruin me."

"I would sell my soul for one night with you."

"I just barked out loud."

I nearly threw my phone.

How the hell does one picture from two years ago get this much attention? 

How am I supposed to compete with thousands of girls who want him just as badly as I do? Especially that Regina? 

I fucked up. I fucked up so bad.

I never did casual sex. Ever. I was the “catch feelings first, ruin my own life later” kind of girl. And yet, here I was, one night of mind-blowing sex later, realizing I was just another girl in Logan Pierce’s long list of women.

I was too busy spiraling in self-pity and regret to pay attention to where I was going.

And then

Boom.

I walked straight into someone, and just to add insult to injury, the coffee I was holding? Completely dumped on both of us.

“Oh my God!” I squeaked, not bothering to look up, shoving my phone away like it had betrayed me. I quickly pulled out a napkin, my hands working on autopilot as I started wiping the mess off the blue shirt.

And then I froze.

Because I wasn’t wiping just fabric. I was feeling rock-hard, abs. 

Hard. Defined. Like my hand was gliding over speed bumps made of muscle.

“It is fine,” a deep voice said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I looked up, and wow wow.

Okay, Logan might have been the hottest guy I had seen so far, but this one? He was a bit close to snatching the title.

He grabbed my wrist gently, stopping my napkin assault. My eyes immediately fell on his hand. It was big, warm, and lined with those sexy veins. His sleeves were rolled up just enough to tease me with muscular forearms.

And then, in a voice that was practically a purr, he said, “That’s not gonna get the stain out.”

I almost melted right there.

I slowly lifted my head, and dear God, this man was good looking. 

“Not your fault,” he added, still holding my wrist like we were in some kind of sexy, slow-motion teen drama. “I wasn’t looking either.”

I nodded. Say something. Anything.

“Umm…” I mumbled, glancing down at our very prolonged hand contact.

“Oh sorry,” he said, finally letting go of my hands

I forced a tiny smile, desperately trying to remember how words worked.

“You new here?” he asked, slipping his hands into his pockets like he wasn’t standing there looking like a goddamn Calvin Klein ad. “I don’t think I have seen you around.”

“Oh, so you keep track of every girl on campus?” I teased, tilting my head.

He let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “Not exactly. But I would definitely remember someone like you.”

Ohhhh, classic hot guy move.

I wondered how many girls had fallen for that line and how many had fallen into his bed right after.

“Freshman,” I said, arms crossed. “First day.” I gave him a once-over. “And I am guessing you are a senior?”

“Got it in one.” He smirked, glancing down at the coffee stain before meeting my eyes again. “Well I think I owe you a new coffee. Spilling yours and nearly knocking you over? Feels like I should make it up to you.”

Was he flirting?

“Oh, it’s really not a big deal. I should have been watching where I was going instead of being glued to my phone like an idiot,” I said, trying to sound chill.

“Nah, I owe you a new coffee. Don’t even try to fight me on this, it’s happening,” he said smoothly, his lips curling into a cocky little smirk.

“Well I guess I can be convinced,” I teased, tilting my head. “Depends on the day you pick.”

He chuckled. Great, now my stomach feels weird. Flirty boys should come with a warning label.

“We will figure it out. But first your number,” he said, reaching into his pocket, only to pause and sigh dramatically. “Crap. I left my phone in the car. Can I use yours?”

“Smooth,” I teased, pulling my phone out anyway. 

He took it, quickly typing his number before calling himself and hanging up.

“What should I save your contact as?” he asked, handing it back.

“Elena,” I said, flashing a small smile.

He nodded, his eyes gleaming with something mischievous. “I am Ethan. I will call you.”

Then he hit me with the smile before walking away. 

Waw.. that was interesting. 

I was still in a daze when a familiar voice spoke up behind me.

“Well, well… looks like someone’s been busy.”

I turned, and just my luck, it was him.

Logan.