“You are mine. I know I haven’t explained it all very good, And I promise I will in time, but for now all that I can do is apologize in advance because if Chris or someone else so much as touches you in the slightest way I think I may just erupt and physically hurt someone and I really can’t have that happen, especially with you so close to me, so do you think you could do me a favor please?” His eyes and his mouth that are pleading with me have me entranced. I don’t know what to look at more. His eyes have taken on the lovely golden hue that I like so much and his mouth is an invitation, asking for me to kiss him. I finally manage to nod my head.
“Please don’t be alone with Chris at school today, and please, please don’t let him put his hands or arms on you. I know that you are just friends. I believe you. I really do. But I also know guys, and he isn’t looking for friendship with you Alexia. I really don’t want to break his arm; I do actually need him on my team for the next game. I always mean what I say, I don’t break my promises either, and I promise to explain more but for now all I can say is you do belong with me Alexia. You are mine.”
I can’t stop myself, before I even know what I’m doing, Logan is kissing me back just as passionately as I’m kissing him. When he said I was his again, something just connected within me, and the only thing on my mind at that moment was to kiss him and to hell with everything else.
I’m finding it hard to believe that what is happening, is actually happening.
I’m kissing Logan, but not just kissing back. I’m kissing him, as in I started the kiss. I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t want to stop my self. I’m so glad that I didn’t stop myself.
My hands are on the back of his head and neck, and I don’t feel like I can get close enough to him. His hands are in my hair and I honesty have no thought as to what my hair will look like in ten minutes time as we walk into school.
He has moved his lips from mine and has moved down to my neck and has somehow managed to move my coat off my shoulder so he has better access to my skin. I didn’t know it until now but I unquestionably have a weak spot there, and he seems to know it. I can feel his mouth smiling as he is kissing me. He knows fully the effect he is having on me. I love the way his lips feel on my skin, like a hot flame is touching my skin, but completely painless.
I hear a quiet growling sound and he pulls me tighter to him and almost simultaneously I feel something sharp on the skin on my neck as if he was grazing his teeth along my flesh. But again it doesn’t hurt, it was just an un usual feeling to have, that along with the quiet rumbling sound, it makes me pull away and place a hand to Logan’s chest to get his attention. But now I have pulled away I seem to have a little more space in my head to breathe and I think the noise is actually coming from Logan.
“Logan?” I whisper breathlessly. He just drops his head into my shoulder and rests it there, while his one hand is making small circles on the back of my neck.
“I’m sorry” Is all he says.
Sorry? For what?
“You don’t have anything to say sorry...” I don’t get chance to finish what I was going to say because he cuts me off and pulls away from me, and he is almost not even talking to me, just to himself. Its like he has forgotten I’m in the car with him.
“Oh God, just a few more minutes and I would have...I can’t believe I almost did that. I’m so stupid.” He says sounding frustrated and hits the steering wheel with the palm of his hand, making me jump.
Stupid? For kissing me?
I can feel my eyes welling up with tears, knowing that he regrets what he has done and now obviously feels stupid for even kissing me. I’m the stupid one. For thinking that something could actually be going on between the two of us.
“I should get to class, thanks for the lift Logan.” I say quickly keeping my head down and avoiding all eye contact with him. I swiftly get out off the car not waiting for a reply and start walking through the car park to school. I blink rapidly to stop myself from crying. I am not going to cry over him and over what he thinks. Part of me was hoping that he would come after me. Telling me that we have our wires crossed and he doesn’t feel stupid for kissing me. That he does actually want me. But he doesn’t. I don’t even hear him open the car door to get out. When I finally make it to the steps at the front of school I turn around just to look if he did follow me but hadn’t yet caught up. I can’t see him, and when I look further back to where we were parked I can see that his truck isn’t even there anymore.
He’s left.
This time I don’t try to stop the lone tear that falls down my cheek. I take my phone out my pocket and start walking back
