All Chapters of Against the rules : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ava’s POV The morning light entered through the blinds, casting soft beams of sunlight across the room. I could hear the faint hum of traffic from outside, but it felt distant, like it didn't matter. It was just Logan and me lounging in my small apartment, an easy peace between us. Logan was sprawled on the couch, a bowl of cereal in hand, and I sat on the armrest, my legs tucked beneath me as I scrolled through my phone. The air was quiet except for the occasional clink of his spoon hitting the bowl, but I felt completely content. "You know, you’re not bad at this whole 'relaxing at home' thing," Logan remarked, glancing up at me with that lazy grin of his. He had his usual cocky charm, but this morning, it wasn’t as sharp. It was softened, like he was letting down his guard, just for me. I raised an eyebrow, setting my phone down. "Is that a compliment? Or are you just mocking my lifestyle?" Logan shrugged with a casual smirk. "A little bit of both. I always imagined you'd be al

~Logan's POV~ After leaving Levi’s apartment, I drove back to my place, but my mind was still restless. Even though I had reassured Levi, the tension from our father’s sudden reappearance still didn't sit well with me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep. And honestly, I didn’t want to. Not when there was only one person who could make me feel better. I grabbed my phone and dialled Ava’s number. She picked up after a few rings, her voice laced with sleep. “Logan?” she murmured. A smile tugged at my lips. “Hey, nerd. Were you sleeping?” “Obviously. Unlike some people, I don’t stay up all night brooding,” she teased, her voice groggy but warm. I chuckled, leaning back on my couch. “Yeah, well… I couldn’t sleep. I missed you.” There was a pause on the other end, and then she sighed softly. “Logan…” “What?” I asked, closing my eyes. “Is it a crime to miss my girlfriend?” “No, but it’s rare for you to admit it,” she said playfully. “You’re all tough and broody, remember?” I smirked

Ava’s POV I was curled up on my couch, clutching my stomach as another set of cramps churned through me. I groaned, my face turning in discomfort. Periods were the worst. It felt like my uterus was personally having a war against me, and I was losing so badly. The soft glow of my lamp illuminated my apartment, and I briefly considered reaching for my phone to distract myself. Instead, I sighed and closed my eyes, willing the pain to pass. Why do we women have to suffer like this!? Then, there was a knock at the door. I frowned because I wasn’t expecting anyone. Dragging myself up with great effort, I went to the door and pulled it open. Before I could react, I was engulfed in a tight embrace. Logan. His fresh cologne wrapped around me as he held me close. His arms were firm, his grip was as possessive as ever, like he needed this as much as I did. For a moment, I forgot about the pain, the exhaustion, and just melted into him. “Logan?” I mumbled against his chest, my voice com

Ava's pov The streets blurred past the window, but all I could focus on was the way Logan’s hand rested on my thigh. His thumb moved in slow, lazy circles over my jeans, making my skin tingle through the fabric. He hadn't said much since we left the party, but he didn’t have to. The way his eyes turned toward me every few seconds, the way his jaw clenched whenever I shifted in my seat, it was obvious he was holding something back. And so was I. When we finally pulled up to his place, the tension had reached a boiling point. I followed him inside, my pulse racing. The second the door clicked shut behind us. Logan turned to me, his eyes were clouded with lust. “You sure you’re okay?” he asked, voice low and rough. I nodded, heart pounding. “I’m more than okay. It's been a long time since I was here” His gaze dropped to my lips, and I barely had a second to breathe before he closed the distance. His mouth was on mine, urgent, hungry, but still tender in the way only Logan could b

Ava The morning light spilt through the curtains, warm and soft against my skin. For a second, I didn’t move. My body was tangled in sheets that smelled faintly of laundry soap and Logan. It took another heartbeat for my memory to catch up. Last night. It really happened, not just a dream! His lips. His hands. The way he whispered my name like it meant something sacred. I turned slowly, the sheet slipping down to my waist as I did, and found him beside me. Logan was still asleep, his chest rising and falling with a steady rhythm. One arm was slung across his eyes, his hair was a perfect mess, and the bare skin of his torso was half-exposed, making my pulse do a weird, giddy jump. Okay, I'm weird now! God, he looked unfairly good even in the morning. My gaze drifted lower, to where the sheet barely covered his hips. I bit my lip, suddenly warm all over again. I remembered the way he’d kissed me last night, the way he’d whispered all the things he wanted to do and then actually