“God I love the smell of your hair.” It’s almost like he doesn’t realise what he’s saying. He’s just saying his thoughts aloud.
“Logan” I say and tug on his shirt to try and gain his attention.
“Yes Alexia.” He whispers in my ear. I love it when he says my name. No one else calls me Alexia. It’s like it’s just for him.
“What are you doing here?” He places kisses on my neck. Damn those little kisses. Now I can’t think straight! I place my other hand on his hip and lean a little into him. I have no idea what’s going on around us. Aliens could have landed right next to us and I wouldn’t know. Right now the only two people on the planet are me and him. My hand feels like it’s in a fire and the heat is traveling all throughout my body.
“Shhh” he murmurs and carries on, wrapping his fingers in my hair.
“Logan, what.....” I start to say again. He nips my ear lobe, sending sparks everywhere and whispers.
“I’m making you forget about Chris... and taking what’s mine.”
I’m not too sure that I just heard him correctly.
I reach up to his hands that were around my neck and are now moving into my hair and pull them down trying to break what ever spell seems to have overtaken him.
“Logan. Stop. You’re talking in riddles. What do you mean? Whats yours to take? And what does Chris have to do with this?” I can barely hear myself talk because my face is hiding in his chest. Although I may have interrupted something happening between us, I’m not ready to let go of him yet. Or even move away from him. This close to him I can feel his heart beating faster than what it should be. I feel a small moment of triumph, knowing that I’m not the only person who is being affected by whatever it is going on between us.
He takes a small step away so he can see me and cups my face in his hand, making sure that I’m looking at him directly in the eyes. I can never understand how his eyes almost always seem to be different colours. They have the same golden hue that they had in the cafe that first Saturday night we went out. I think green mingled in with gold may just be my new favourite colour.
“You, Alexia.” Is all he says while running his thumbs across my cheeks.
“Me what? Riddles again Logan?” I don’t think I will ever get a straight answer from him.
“And Chris certainly has nothing to do with this.” His eyes flash a darker shade before turning softer again and he bumps his nose with mine, like an eskimo kiss.
“And what exactly is this Logan?” I say closing my eyes. I want to be able to think and I can’t do that if he’s standing this close to me. Especially looking at me the way he is, with so much emotion in his eyes.
“This is us, Alexia.” he says in a whisper, like its a secret that no one else can know. I’m so confused right now. I feel like I have missed some vital piece of information. I’m usually quite a quick minded person but when I’m around Logan my brain gets covered in a thick fog and I’m unable to think straight.
“I’m sorry Alexia, I thought I would be able to stay away from you. But I’m not strong enough. And Chris. I swear to all that is holy that I will break his neck if he keeps on touching you the way that he does. You aren’t his to touch.” He’s talking again as if he isn’t in control of all that he is saying.
“Logan, I don't understand what you are talking about? What are you saying? What...” I don’t get chance to finish what I was about to ask. His mouth comes crashing down on mine with crushing force. His hands move to behind my head and into my hair. Even if I wanted to move away, I don’t think I would be able to, his hold on me is too strong.
My own arms seem to move of their own accord. They wrap around his shoulders and I reach up on my tip toes to get closer to him. I now realise that the tingles and butterflies I feel when I am around him isn’t something else, it’s him. What is coursing through my body right now feels like enough electricity to run an entire state. I feel like I’m stood next to a roaring fire, with the heat that is radiating off Logan’s body.
“Mine” I keep hearing Logan say while he is kissing me, I’m not sure how though, it doesn’t seem like his lips ever loose contact with my skin. His lips move away from my bruised lips and down to the crook of my neck. This is nothing like the sweet little kisses he has placed there before. These are hot, demanding kisses, that really would make me drop to the ground if his hold on me wasn’t so tight.
“You are mine, Alexia. Chris or anybody else won't have you. You belong to me.” I hear what he is saying and strangely find myself agreeing with him, and I just nod my head. If I was asked a week ago if I would agree to what he has just stated, I’m pretty sure my answer would have been ‘not a chance in hell’, however it feels right. And even though right at this moment I don’t have the courage to say it
