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That really pisses me off and he knows it.
“I thought we were starting to get along, but it turns out you’re the asshole who I always thought you were,” I say, walking away before he grabs my arm with a death grip.
“Call me an asshole again, you prick.”
My blood runs fast and hot under my skin before both my hands shove his hard chest away from me.
“Touch me again and-”
This time, I cut myself off.
“And what?”
Logan’s smirk is making me see red.
“I’ll kick your ass, that’s what.”
“Do I look like I’m afraid of you?”
That’s it.
I shove Logan again, harder this time and I feel the hard thud on my chest back, pushing me into the chalkboard. The metal bar hits the middle of my back, sending pain through my entire spine, but I try to ignore it. It only fuels my anger.
Before I can think about right and wrong, my body moves on its own and my fist collides with Logan’s jaw. He stumbles, growls, and tries to hit me back but I dodge the face blow only to receive one in my gut.
I underestimated how hard Logan can punch. Each time he hits me, he reminds me that this whole thing is happening because he decided to be an asshole today for no reason. It pisses me off to the point of hitting him again.
My hands hit his chest like a brick wall. I do it again, and again, and again. Each time, my anger simmers a little more. Until his back is close to his desk.
“Fuck you, Logan,” I growl, shoving him one last time, the hardest time.
He grabs my arm and yanks me with him as he falls to the floor, bringing me down with him. I fall with a thud but when I don’t feel the hard floor against my chest, I look down.
Logan’s eyes are bright. The anger is gone and all that’s left is shock and…
Is that arousal I see?
He smells good.
He feels even better underneath me.
I can feel all of him, his chest, his abs, his hips. His lips are soft, and his eyes are bright. He’s, dare I say… very handsome.
I can feel my cock harden against him. Part of me hopes he doesn’t notice, but the other part, hopes he does. The other part hopes he wants to press his lips on mine as much as I want to press mine to his.
