Playing Cupid With My Bestie (1)

"Extend my regards to your boyfriend." Sally, my roommate says as I pack my bag for the holiday.

I roll my eyes, hating hearing the same tease for years and giving the same response.

"Logan isn't my boyfriend." I respond with a sigh, reminding her just as I have always been reminding everyone else.

"Yeah, yeah." She chuckles, not believing me. "I hear you, Chloe."

I sigh and shake my head, choosing to ignore her.

No one ever believes that Logan isn't my boyfriend. Is it that hard to be besties with a boy?

Must people attach weird feelings to our strictly platonic relationship?

Logan is the last boy I want to be involved with sexually. Not that he isn't a stunner, he is drop-dead gorgeous. I have to be blind and daft to think that he isn't. Even if I am, the throngs of girls who want him that he keeps rejecting are enough of a reminder for me to admit how hot my bestie is.

That doesn't mean that I still want to be in his bed.

We don't have feelings for each other even though we have been friends since high school. We are both in college and decide that we won't let people spoil our friendship with their distorted views of our relationship.

Logan's friendship to me is one of the best things in my life and I don't want to risk that by sleeping with him. I have heard and seen enough of friendships getting ruined because of that.

"I'm off." I say as I pick my bag up and walk out of the room without waiting for her response, knowing that she is going to tease me anyway.

"Hey, girlfriend." Logan smiles as I approach his car.

I snort. "Don't start. You don't want to encourage the rumors." I caution him with a stern gaze, laughing with him though when he chuckles.

Logan has always found the rumors amusing.

"Let them keep talking." He chuckles. "They will be shocked when I walk you down the aisle."

I snort, reaching out to smack him on the chest. "Fool. Why would you do that when I've got my dad and brothers?"

He evades my hit, laughing. "Because I'm your bestie."

I shake my head at how playful he is. "Let's go home, Logan." I say, slipping into the car.

It has been a stressful semester and I need the rest.

"Yes, ma'am." He says and slides behind the wheel.

******

"Hey, don't." I laugh as I sit with my high school friends, tipping up another glass of alcohol.

"Don't you think you are drinking too much, Chloe?" May, one of my high school female friends, asks.

Her eyes are narrowed on me, formed into slits and I laugh at how much she looks like a pissed off snake at that moment.

"No, I'm not." I reply with a shake of my head, hearing the slur in my voice.

"You are drunk." She hisses, dragging the glass from me.

I reach back for the glass and let out a protest when she takes it away from my grasp.

"What are you doing?" I scoff at her with a glare.

She always does that. She always knows how to ruin the mood. I had been grateful when she had gotten accepted by another college. I want a break from her for a few years.

"Stopping you from getting drunk and making a fool of yourself later." She explains as if she is talking to a five-year-old brat.

Maybe I am one.

"Yes, mum. Duh." I cackle.

She shakes her head and sighs.

"Relax. Logan will get me home if I'm wasted." I remind her that I have a bestie who lives close to my home.

She snorts, nudging her nose toward where Logan is, howling with the boys like a pack of rowdy werewolves. I laugh at the sight of Logan losing control like I am.

"I guess we aren't going home tonight." I chuckle. "We can stay in the cabin. I'm sure Hart wouldn't mind if we did."

"I don't think that is a good idea." May frowns.

"Yes, mum." I laugh in mockery, wondering what has crawled up her ass.

Hours later, I realize what May means. The other kids stumble their way home but Logan and I are too drunk to take the risk. My parents aren't home to get me and Logan doesn't want to go home drunk.

I feel awkward at sharing a room alone with him but quickly push that ridiculous thought down, reminding myself that it's Logan I'm spending the night with.

There is not a chance in hell that anything will go down.

"Good night, drunkards." Hart laughs as he pushes us both into the room.

I am too nervous to sleep until I hear Logan's snores seconds later and my heart settles down in calm. I sleep off hoping it will be day soon as I suddenly realize that I have been feeding myself lies all along about not being interested in Logan as a boy.

I twist in my sleep and open my eyes to find Logan staring at me. My throat goes dry and I struggle to breathe as I stare back at him, my gaze drawn to the look in his eyes.

He looks at me with... Is that hunger I detect in his gaze?

"Logan," I breathe, unable to believe he really wants me.

In response, he leans forward and kisses me, shutting my mouth and my brain down as he drowns me in pleasure. My subconscious nags at me, reminding me of who he is but I will rather die than force him to stop.

Who knew a kiss would light me up this way? I suddenly can't wait to get into Logan's bed and have him fuck me all night long.