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“So what, we fuck once, and now there’s anus?”Logan repeated, stepping forward, his hands pinning me to the door as he stared at me. “Is that right?”
“Um…” I stammered, unnerved by his gaze.
“The sort of us that means… we’reexclusive.Boyfriend and girlfriend? You know that’s not me, Juicy,” he warned, his gaze trailing along my nose, to my lips where it settled.
I have to tread carefully.
“It doesn’t matterwhatwe are; I just want her to know that I’ve got…that we’re, you know.” I looked at him meaningfully, and he nodded, leaning closer to me.
“Seeing each other?” He offered, a smile playing on his lips.
“Whatever.” I waved my hand at him as he frowned.
“It’s not whatever, though, is it?” He said quietly. “We need to talk about this—clearly.”
“You said it wasn’t just sex,” I whispered, my stomach twisting with dismay.
“It isn’t; Ireallyfucking like you,” he barked, slamming his hands on the door. “I’m just… not like other guys, Jessica. I can’t just be Mr Romantic, all chivalry and flowers.”
I swallowed, knowing this was dangerous territory.
“So, what, you want to still… see other people?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
I couldn’t hide the disappointment in my tone, and he knew it.
“Monogamy,” he muttered, sweeping a hand through his hair.
“Just tell me, Logan,” I said icily, and he turned to look at me with pain in his eyes.
“I will only disappoint you, Jessica. So don’t expect anything more than that, and you’ll never get hurt. I’ve got to go to work,” he said stiffly, and I moved away from the door, my legs trembling.
“Logan,” I said, and he stopped, looking sadly at me.
“You said you can’t stop thinking about me,” I choked out, and he nodded.
“I can’t.”
“Just come over after work, please.”
My fingers reached out for his, and he stared down at them before stroking my fingertips.
“If you want me to, I will.”
“I do,” I whispered, and he turned back to me, pressing his lips against mine. His tongue entered my mouth roughly as I clung to him, my fingers curling through his hair.
“You’re so beautiful,” he muttered, shaking his head. “And I’m so fucked up. Beauty and the Mess.”
“You’re not—” I called after him, but he was gone, the door slamming a moment later.
I was standing in his bedroom, surrounded by his clothes and belongings, when the door to Ellie’s room opened, and she leaned out, her eyes wide as she gasped at me.
“Well fuck me, and call me Dot Cotton.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
JESSICA
“You’re a fucking twat.”
