WTFNOW?!

Grabbing ahold of your thighs, Garrett spread them a bit wider over his own to hold you in place. The steady warmth of his breath against the back of your neck made you shiver as he smoothed one hand along the curve of your hip, fingers digging into the flesh in desperation to ground himself.

“Baby—you’ve got to stop moving. If you keep doing that, I’m not gonna last.”

Garrett was starting to sweat, a thin sheen of perspiration already shimmering on his brow.

Leaning his head against the back of the couch, he ran a hand through the disarray of dark curls sticking up off the top of his head in all directions, too far gone in the moment to care how he looked.

He was so close. Too fucking close.

You were just so warm and wet. So tight—so much tighter than he’d ever imagined you would be. It was like your walls were clamping down around him, squeezing his cock to within an inch of its life.

“I’m not doing anything,” you pouted, exposed skin glowing with a hint of perspiration. “I just don’t like this movie. Can you switch it to something else, pretty please?”

You turned to glance back at him over your shoulder, fluttering your lashes and flashing your most angelic smile—the kind of thing that usually worked like a charm on your adoring best friend.

But this time he was trapped.

“The remote’s on the other end of the couch—I can’t reach it,” he gritted through clenched teeth, shutting his eyes for a moment to try to center his train of thought on something other than your long lashes and pouty lips.

Counting backwards from ten, he tried to force himself to think only the unsexiest of thoughts. To focus on anything other than the graceful curve of your hips or shapely swell of your ass—currently sitting astride him so pretty while he split you open on his cock.

When he felt himself twitch inside you, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he succumbed to the overwhelming sensation of being buried deep in your pussy—and that wasn’t an option.

He needed to regain some control.

It had started with a question—well first, it started with an injury.

Garrett had been forced to sit out the Hawks’ away game that weekend due to a mild ankle sprain and was being a huge baby about the whole situation. Stuck at home alone while the rest of his teammates were out of town having fun, he bombarded you with endless text messages, complaining that he was lonely and dying of boredom.

As his best friend, you offered to play nurse for the weekend and you faithfully doted on your patient—bringing him snacks, changing his ice packs and even volunteering to massage his sore muscles.

“Nobody has hands like you,” he gushed with an adorable a grin that made your cheeks heat up and sent your heart soaring.

As much as you teased him about being so needy, you secretly loved that you had him all to yourself for a change. Garrett had so many available options for company, it felt good to know you were the girl he wanted more than anyone else in his time of need.

You liked taking care of him.

Since Garrett was supposed to stay off his ankle, it limited your choice of activities for the evening, so you suggested staying in and watching a movie at home. He had been in the mood for something scary, so you didn’t protest when he picked his favorite slasher even though you weren’t much of a horror fan—you usually preferred something a little more fluffy and romantic.

With the lights in the living room turned down low, you snuggled into Garrett’s side as the opening credits played, taking note of his pleasant woodsy cologne and the softness of his sweatpants as your hand brushed against the material. And maybe it was just a trick of the light, but when you glanced down at his lap, you swore you could make out a thick outline under the cotton that caused your heart rate to pick up a little bit.

Clenching your thighs together, you thought of the question you had been meaning to ask Garrett all night but just hadn’t found the right time. You were a little nervous about how he might react, but the silence while waiting for the movie to start seemed like the perfect opportunity.

So you took it.

“Remember how you told me if I ever had questions about sex or dating, I could come to you?” you asked him sweetly, noting the dark cloud that immediately passed over his face when he turned his head to look at you.

“Why? Do you have a date?” His words came out too rushed to sound casual, so he cleared his throat to mask his surprise.

You hadn’t mentioned being interested in anyone in a while, and the prospect of you going out with another guy had completely caught him off guard.

Garrett had been harboring a secret crush on you ever since you’d met during your sophomore year of college, but you had kept him in the friend zone for so long that he’d nearly lost all hope. Being something of a big man on campus and very popular with the ladies, he wasn’t used to dealing with rejection and it had been a hard pill for him to swallow. Even worse, you obviously had a thing for his roommate Dean, always giggling and flirting shamelessly when he was around—which was understandable, but it still stung.

As a way to distract from his unrequited yearning, Garrett spent his time pursuing one night stands and brief flings with girls who didn’t mean anything to him. He claimed he had no interest in love or relationships, but that was only a lie to protect his heart—he wanted you to be his. And he wanted you bad.

“No, not a date.” You giggled, enjoying the hint of jealousy in his voice. Your best friend was always so overprotective when it came to you and other guys. “Do you remember the new girl who started working at the store with me a few months ago?”

He nodded noncommittally, relief relaxing his features. “I think so, sure.”

“Well, she was telling me about this thing she tried with the guy she’s been seeing. Have you ever heard of cockwarming?” you asked with a curious tilt of your head.

Ever since your co-worker had confided in you about her experience one day on your lunch break, you hadn’t been able to get what she’d said off your mind. It sounded so hot—the control and restraint. The closeness and heightened sensations. Just imagining being dominated in that way by someone made your head feel a little fuzzy.

“No, can’t say that I have.” Confusion wrinkled Garrett’s brow. “What is it?”

You could hardly believe that for the first time in your life there was something you knew about sex that the Garrett Graham didn’t know. Having been well explored by the eligible ladies of Briar over the years, he was quite a bit more experienced than you and a bit cocky in that regard. It felt good to finally stump him.

“Well, it’s kind of like sex except she said once the guy is inside, you both try to stay still and not move. I guess it can get pretty intense after a while?” You raised your eyebrows suggestively.

“Really?” Garrett asked with a chuckle, not sounding convinced. “But moving is the best part? I don’t know…doesn’t sound that fun to me.”

When you huffed at his quick dismissal of the idea, a mischievous smile brightened his face.

“Why? Do you want to try it with someone? You would never be able to sit still—you’re too wiggly,” he teased, reaching out to tickle your side as you crossly swatted his hands away.

“Am not,” you shot back in a huff, narrowing your eyes in playful indignation. “I could do just fine.”

When he tried to snuggle up with you again to resume watching the movie, you sniffed as if offended and pulled away.

“I only mentioned it because I thought it would be perfect for someone in your condition,” you pouted, gesturing at his ankle brace. “You could sit there without moving or worrying about hurting yourself—I was just trying to take care of you.”

An awkward silence hung heavy in the living room as Garrett stared at you with a bemused expression, perplexed by what was happening. He couldn’t be sure, but it almost seemed like you were suggesting that you wanted to try it out. With him. Right there.

But that couldn’t be, could it?

Appearing to consider for a moment, he eventually tipped his head and gave you a sly grin. “Taking care of me, huh? You actually think you could make it to the end of the movie without moving?”

When you gave a determined nod and bit down on your lip, Garrett’s eyes seemed to grow darker in an instant.

“Yeah? Fine, then. Show me.”

The haunting score of the slasher movie suddenly soared in volume during a gruesome scene, causing you to shudder.

“If we can’t watch something different, can I at least turn around? It’ll only take a second,” you implored, looking over your shoulder at Garrett with wide pleading eyes.

You had insisted on starting out facing away from him in reverse cowgirl so you both could see the television, but you weren’t enjoying the movie and he imagined you must be getting uncomfortable with your legs draped over his thighs to hold yourself in place.

In his current precarious state, he knew a maneuver like switching positions would create a dangerous amount of friction, but at the same time, you were asking him so sweetly. Who was he to argue?

“Fine,” Garrett offered in a halting voice, secretly desperate for the small bit of motion the switch would provide despite knowing it was likely a bad idea. “Just warn me before you move.”

“Mmhm.” You nodded. “I’m ready now—are you?”

“Yeah, go for it.” Sucking in a deep breath, he released his grip on your waist. When you lifted yourself up and out of his lap in a smooth motion, the resulting slow drag of his cock against your walls was so pleasurable, he had to bite back a moan.

“There, that’s better,” you cooed, turning around to straddle his lap. Feeling warm and slick between your thighs, you wrapped your hand around his rigid cock, humming with satisfaction when you felt its angry pulse against your palm. Impressively long and thick, his shaft was coated in your arousal, slippery and shiny as it throbbed your hand.

You couldn’t resist using the pad of your thumb to swipe the beads of precum from his leaking tip, causing him to buck his hips as he hissed at the sensation.

“Shit—you can’t just do that,” he gasped, grabbing a nearby throw pillow off the couch and clenching it in his fist.

“Sorry.” You stifled a giggle before giving him your most convincing puppy dog eyes. “Are you ready for me now?”

Nodding with his gaze locked on yours, you heard his breath hitch as you lined him up with your entrance then sank down on him slowly, watching his eyes widen as you took each thick inch.

“Fuck—” He let out a shaky breath as you bottomed out, filled with him to the hilt. “Baby—you feel so fucking good.”

Your pussy was already dripping, so the stretch of his cock wasn’t quite as noticeable as before, but Garrett was so big that it still took a few moments for you to adjust to his size and the sensation of fullness. Without him inside, you had felt so empty.

Grasping at you like he was holding on for dear life, Garrett’s fingers pressed hard into the soft flesh of your ass and hips. Your best friend was always so put together and confident that you couldn’t help but feel a bit smug while looking down at his wrecked expression, eyes blown wide with desire.

Letting out a contented sigh, you ran your hands over his bare chest and strong shoulders—your new view much more agreeable than the silly old horror movie you’d been forced to watch against your will. Garrett’s body was a work of art, and even as his best friend, you weren’t oblivious to how attractive he was. You had always admired him from afar, but having him right there with his fat cock throbbing inside you was so much better.

Still, you found yourself wanting more.

“It’s hot in here…how come you’re the only one who gets to be topless?” You gave him a coy smile, toying with the gold chain around his neck—just one more thing about him that was so effortlessly sexy.

Saying nothing, Garrett swallowed hard as you grabbed the hem of your top and started to pull it off over your head, his grasp on you growing even tighter as you wiggled in his lap.

When you tossed your shirt to join his on the couch, he tried his best not stare at your tits, sitting so pretty in the sheer lace cups right in front of his face—a dangerous sight in his current state.

You weren’t playing fair.

He closed his eyes, breathing in your soft perfume, a sweet scent that was so distinctively you that he could have recognized it anywhere. He wanted to inhale it—drink it and bathe himself in your fragrance so it would never fade away.

As every quiet second passed between you, he became more and more aware of each tiny movement of your body; the rise and fall of your chest, the slight tickle of your breath on his skin and the rhythmic pulse of your warm cunt around his cock—steady and unrelenting.

It was taking every ounce of his strength not to throw caution to the wind, roll his hips up off the couch and thrust up into you deeper, feel himself glide in and out of your dripping pussy as your perfect tits bounced in front of his face.

As if you could read his mind, you let out a soft whine, grinding against him ever so slightly in desperation.

“Garrett, please. Just need a little—” you whined, rocking your hips in an attempt to create some friction against your aching clit. “It’s too much.”

And he wanted to give you what you wanted, but he also wanted to regain some control. Take the upper hand.

He tightened his grasp on your waist, looking up at you with heavy half-lidded eyes.

“Come on, baby. Need you to be good for me and sit still,” he coaxed with a condescending smirk. “Thought you said you could make it to the end of the movie?”

The soft command in his words spurred an involuntary clench of your walls around him and made your pussy gush, arousal dripping down between your thighs to soak his heavy balls. You had never thought you’d like to be dominated by anyone in bed, but the way your body was responding to Garrett couldn’t lie.

Reaching to play with his chain once more, you pouted. “You’re being so mean.”

He chuckled softly, removing one hand from your waist and letting it trail down to the wet warmth where your bodies met. “No, baby. If I was mean, I’d do something like this.”

With that, he started to draw slow circles over your swollen clit with the pads of his fingers, lips hovering just over yours, smiling as you let out a breathless gasp.

“Don’t move,” he whispered in warning. “Keep your eyes on me or I’ll stop.”

“Garrett—oh god,” you whimpered, electric sparks coursing through you with each touch of his fingertips. “F-feels too good.”

Dizzy with pleasure and no longer worried about staying still, you grabbed ahold of his chain and pulled him closer, crashing your lips into his with a reckless urgency. Eager to taste you, his tongue swirled, exploring yours as he groaned into the kiss.

Garrett could be mean. But he could also be nice.

“Want you so bad,” he whispered, pulling back to look up at you through his lashes. “Tell me you want it too.”

“I want it,” you whimpered. “Want you to fuck me, Garrett.”

Bracing your hands on his shoulders, you gave a tentative rock in his lap and he answered with a slow roll of his hips, the deep thrust of his cock hitting a spot inside that caused an unexpected shockwave of pleasure to surge through you, making you cry out.

Reaching behind your back, he unfastened your bra, watching with dark eyes as the lace cups fell away to reveal your perfect breasts. As you started to slowly grind on him, he pressed wet kisses over the soft skin, expertly swirling and flicking his tongue over your pert nipples while you sighed, arching your back as you ran your fingers through his messy curls.

When he released your breast with a slick pop, you sat up straighter and started to ride him faster, tits brushing the tip of his nose with each fluid roll of your hips. He guided your movements with a firm grip on your waist, the delicious glide of his cock against your walls almost overwhelming.

“Fuck yeah, that's it,” he praised, leaned back in his seat to watch you move astride him, smiling as you let out the sweetest little sighs and gasps with each bounce in his lap. “Ride it. Take what you want.”

“Mhm,” you whined, glassy eyes fixed on his. “Need more.”

He smirked, dark curls falling into forehead with the effort of lifting his hips up off the couch to meet your thrusts, breath growing ragged.

“Yeah? You want more?”

Standing up carefully due to his sprain, he lifted you with him, wrapping your legs around his waist. Then he laid you down on your back on the couch, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he took in the sight of you spread out beneath him. His toned body was heavy over yours, chest squishing your breasts as he pinned your wrists over your head and parted your soft thighs with his hips.

Buried in your warmth, he gave a powerful snap of his pelvis against you and then another, slightly swirling his hips.

“This deep enough for you?” he rasped with a cocky grin, the muscles in thighs and ass flexing with the effort of each stroke as he began to set a punishing pace.

The only answer you could manage was a breathless whimper of his name as each thrust punched the air from your lungs. Letting go of your wrists, he reached down between your bodies to rub two thick fingers over your clit in time with each stroke.

Since you’d both been edging yourselves for what felt like an eternity, it didn’t take long before you could feel your climax approaching, the pleasure rapidly building in waves.

“That’s it baby, cum for me.” His words in combination with the rhythmic movements of his fingers and his cock soon brought you hurtling to the edge.

“Oh god—” you cried out, grasping onto his shoulders, nails biting into the flesh as the white hot pleasure hit you, washing over you in wave after wave.

Looking down with a breathless smile, he watched each and every change of your expression as you rode out your high.

The way your cunt was squeezing and pulsing around his cock was too much for him to withstand, and he couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

“I’m so fucking close, baby,” he warned, breath hot against your neck. “Where do you want me?”

“Inside,” you whimpered. “Need to feel you.”

And your best friend always gave you what you wanted.

His hips soon stuttered, finally losing their rhythm as he approached his high. Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he let out a throaty growl as his pelvis jerked against you, filling you with hot ropes of his cum.

After a few more slow thrusts, he finally collapsed his weight on top of yours, wrapping you in his arms with a contented sigh. You could feel his heart beating against your chest as his warm cum dripped out of your cunt and down your thighs.

He didn’t move to pull out right away, so accustomed to the feeling of being inside you that the absence would have seemed unnatural.

“Well…that was unexpected.” You giggled, breaking the silence.

“Uh, yeah.” He cleared his throat, furrowing his brow. “Listen, I know you like someone else, but I really—”

“What?” you cut him off in confusion. “Who do you think I like, Garrett?

“Well, Dean. Right?” he asked, soft eyes filled with restrained emotion. “You’re always smiling when he’s around and looking at him all dreamy. It’s ok. I get it.”

Surprised, you let a little laugh escape at the idea that Garrett thought you had a crush on his roommate and friend. Dean was definitely cute and had a way with words, but you’d never had any interest in him.

“I don’t like Dean,” you whispered, voice breaking with emotion as you stared deep into his eyes. “It’s always been you.”

Garrett couldn’t hold back the sheepish grin that broke over his face. “Yeah?”

Just as you were about to confess all of the pent up feelings you’d been hiding from him over the years, you were rudely interrupted when the final credit music of the forgotten horror movie started blaring from the television’s speakers.

Garrett looked down at you, eyes twinkling with amusement. “See, I told you that you’d never make it to the end of the movie.”

And you rolled your eyes with a playful groan, reaching up to stroke his cheek as you giggled at his teasing smile.

Some things would never change.

thank you for reading!! 🧡

The following morning you woke up absolutely exhausted from all the tears you shed earlier. Also your body had been so anxious you ended up waking up two hours earlier than you planned to. 

You glanced at your phone seeing Amy had texted back only ten minutes ago. She was definitely an early bird. 

Amy

Ok…I’m assuming you’re no longer carpooling with Logan so we can get lunch after volunteering?

You

I actually woke up early for once. Wanna grab coffee instead?

Amy

Sure. Your text has been making me anxious. Better to rip off the band aid now

You quickly got dressed and headed out for the day on your bike. The coffee shop was only a few blocks away. Amy wasn’t there yet so you ordered and grabbed a spot tucked in the corner. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you up before 9,” Amy laughed, as she made her way to the seat across from you.  

“Couldn’t sleep,” you sighed.

“Yeah thank god I saw your text in the morning or else I also would’ve been up all night,” she said, “So what’s up? You change your mind about Logan.”

“No,” you said quickly to shut that idea down, “But you do need to promise that you won’t completely hate me after I tell you. Like you can be mad for like two days but then hopefully you forgive.”

“Jesus did you kill someone?”

“I’m Briar Bitch,” you blurted out.

Amy’s face contorted into some sort of shock that you couldn’t make out whether it was a good or bad kind.

“Like Bitch to Me Briar?” she said slowly.

“Yes.”

“Iced vanilla latte!” the barista’s voice shouted, cutting through the tension. You quickly got uo to rush over to avoid looking at Amy’s face.

Once sitting back down you looked up shyly scared of your friend’s reaction but instead Amy had a huge grin on her face.

“You’re not joking right?”

“No. I can show you the Instagram on my phone,” you start babbling now embarrassed.

Of course no one would believe you were running this underground account. You were nice and shy. You stayed out of drama or cut it off before it could get close to you. God this was such a bad idea.

“I believe you. That’s just kinda..” she trailed off.

“Horrible?” you grimaced.

“Awesome.”

“What?”

“That’s sick,” she repeated, “Good kind of sick. Wow, who would’ve thought I’d be in the prescriptions of a celebrity.”

“You’re not mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad? That account is doing God's work.”

“God’s work? But it’s gossip for entertainment.”

“No, you're giving people much needed advice without giving them any shame.”

That’s what you had believed when you originally took over the account but after the past few months it made you change your mind. Hearing Amy say it to you made you feel a bit better about the secret. Actually a lot better.

“Really?” you asked.

“Really,” she nodded, “It’s all anonymous and it’s all up to the submitters' choice on what they want or don’t want to share. Why would you think you’re doing a bad thing?”

“I-” you started, “I feel like sometimes my advice ends up harming other people.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like one guy asked about how he should navigate how he should deal with falling out of love with his girlfriend and I suggested he break up with her sooner rather than later. Then I saw the whole screaming match in the cafeteria the other day,” you explained the incident from the other day.

“Look, you're not responsible for that asshole’s actions. It’s the guy with the two sorority girls right?” Amy asked.

You gave a small nod which made her grin that she got it right. You didn’t realize your friend was such a follower of the account.

“You didn’t tell him to emotionally cheat. You didn’t even tell him to break up with her over text. You’re not responsible for anyone’s actions just because they come to you for help,” Amy said.

“Oh.”

“Oh?” Amy laughed, “Please don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“It’s just so weird having a secret like that. I don’t think I like it,” you sighed.

“Does anyone else know?”

You gave her a look and because Amy knew you so well she let out a sigh.

“Is that why you turned down Logan?”

“Not really,” you said.

“Wow you must really hate this man or he is in love with Hannah,” Amy joked dryly.

A bit of both but you decided to end the conversation on the happy note rather than discuss your romantic tragedies to Amy.

“It’s whatever and it’s over,” you shrugged, “Thank you for this by the way. It went a lot better than I expected.”

“I can’t believe you would think I would cut you off,” Amy sighed, reaching out to squeeze your hand, “You’re too hard on yourself. Seriously. And I know you don’t want to talk about Logan but maybe that was another situation you got too in your head about.”

You gave a nod just about to compliment Amy’s ability to give good advice until an idea came to mind.

“Actually I have another question,” you started.

“Yes I am ready to bring on the romantic advice for you,” Amy said, “I’ve been seriously invested ever since he showed up to the elementary school.”

“No not for me,” you explained, “But maybe romantic advice for the general Briar University?”

Amy’s jaw dropped like you were offering her a position at her dream company and you left that coffee shop a little bit lighter and a lot less notifications on your phone. 

–

You luckily didn’t see Logan before you entered the elementary school because you and Amy got there so early. Thankfully now that you were in a better mood, the endless sewing you and Amy endured wasn’t that bad. Amy did get distracted by all the possible ideas she was going to share on the account and whether she should change the profile picture. You just laughed at her enthusiasm. 

While on pick-up duty, you quickly left Katie, who always seemed to be the last one, with Amy before running to the bathroom. You made a mental note of Logan’s car in the lot which meant you needed to cycle so fast out of there.

When you got back both Amy and Katie had enormous grins on their faces that you checked your body for any type of stain or lingering toilet paper that was attached to your foot. Nothing.

“I have something for you,” Katie sang, running up to hand you a note.

“Aww you made me a card,” you beamed, even though Katie could be difficult the sentiment almost made you tear up.

“Not me, your boyfriend,” Katie laughed.

“Katie I told you I don’t have a boyfriend,” you grumbled while Amy was snickering.

“Well the guy who always drives you in the truck told me to give this to you and said he’d be your boyfriend very soon.”

“He always told you to keep the boyfriend part a secret,” Amy laughed.

“Oops,” Katie shrugged.

“Can’t believe he’s sending a ten year old to do his bidding,” you sighed, “Also he is not going to be my boyfriend Katie so you can stop giggling.”

“Awww but he really wants to be,” she whined as if she was the one getting rejected.

“Sure he does,” you sighed, finding Katie’s mom in the parking lot.

And a small part of you still wanted him to be

–

John Logan was in shambles. Like it was bad. So bad that Dean even commented on his sulking despite the guy being MIA for the past few weeks.

“Dude what’s up?” Dean asked, “You’re seriously bringing down the vibes.”

The four of them were supposed to be playing video games but Logan was too distracted to properly be engaged. The situation was dire.

“Nothing, I'm just tired,” he sighed, not wanting to talk about the situation.

“It’s because of you know who,” he heard Tucker whisper.

“Hey!” Logan exclaimed, tossing a pillow at the curly hair guy which he dodged.

“Aww buddy,” Dean sighed, “I’m sure she’ll come around. I don’t really know why she rejected you, thought you two were super head over heels.”

Well Logan knew the answer but because Garrett was sitting right next to him he couldn’t really say. But the problem wasn’t that you rejected him. The problem was him figuring out how to win you back. You had still yet to respond to any of his texts and Amy only gave him a shrug when he sent Katie out for delivery. He was even desperate enough to send requests through the Bitch to Me account hoping you’d see. He should’ve known better that you were harder to please. You were sure of yourself and your decisions. God he loved it.

“She thinks I’m not serious about her,” he said.

“Well Logan you kinda built a reputation,” Tucker sighed.

“I am not like Dean,” he exclaimed, “I’m just friendly. Haven’t gotten with anyone since like October.”

Which was when Garrett met Hannah and you started coming around more.

“Aww he’s a changed man,” Garrett grinned, “Look you just gotta show her you’re serious about her.”

“But how? We all know how she sees through everyone’s bullshit.”

“My ego is still bruised from her rejection,” Dean sighed, “Well what does she like? Let’s start there.”

Where could Logan even start? You liked walking instead of relying on a car to drive you places because you got exercised while enjoying the outdoors. You preferred summer weather cause you liked yourself better with a tan than without when. (Even though you were just as pretty either way in Logan’s eyes) You liked beer but no seltzers. You liked scented lipgloss that he could always smell whenever you reapplied around him. 

He knew you liked fashion based on the way you dressed and accessorized. Also because you were volunteering at a fashion camp and were willing to sew a thousand patterns to make these kids’ designs come to life. 

You liked art in general. Your wallpaper always changed what latest art piece you had seen or researched. You liked beautiful things in a way that wasn’t vain but from genuine appreciation for the world around you.

“Ugh worst study session ever,” Logan groaned, “I don’t think I’ve been in the library for that long ever.”

You chuckled and then gasped at the sight in front of you. Logan thought someone fell but instead you were awing at the sunset. It was just like any sunset with orange and pinkish hues painting the skies but you didn’t look at it like that.

“Wow it's so pretty,” you said.

“Damn we were in the library for that long,” Logan sighed, “Sun’s already setting.”

“Worth it,” you said, looking up at the sky.

Totally worth it the way Logan got to see the orange glow hit your face.

“She likes a lot of things but I don’t know if she’s going to be convinced by gifts,” Logan said, snapping out of the memory.

“Maybe she just wants to be seen,” Garrett said.

“Seen?” Dean questioned.

Seen. Garrett was right. You were quiet but never shy. You spoke when someone spoke to you first unless you really felt comfortable with them. You let people cut you off in a story so they could get their comment in. You listened to everyone’s problems but no one ever heard yours. You were so polite at the expense of you falling into the shadows. And that’s why you rejected him. Not because he liked Hannah but because he didn’t properly see you. But he did. He just didn’t know how to tell you. 

But maybe now he had a little bit more clarity. With that list tucked away in his desk drawer.

“Thanks Garrett,” Logan shouted and then ran up the stairs.

“Since when did you become such a sap?" Dean joked, "Hannah is rubbing off on you."

—

On Tuesday, you and Amy were lounging in the one of the various study spots on campus as you were eager to get out of your dorm. Allie had been treating you like glass since the Saturday incident and Hannah kept making apologies for Logan. His letter sent via Katie was still sitting on your desk.

Amy was eager to look through the request you let stack up which reminded you of how excited you were when you answered your first request. Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened as if she read some crazy news story which made you intrigued.

“Is it another cheating scandal?” you asked, looking up from your computer even though you had been online shopping for the past twenty minutes. 

“No but you need to read these,” Amy said, flipping the phone screen to you.

You squinted at the small words and slowly read out the form request.

I need advice on how to win a girl back after being a complete idiot. I’m sorry. Please give me another chance to make it up to you. - Logan

“He’s that down bad,” Amy chuckled, “Are you ever gonna budge or the decision final?”

You bite your lip, unsure of the situation. It was sort of sweet Logan attempting to communicate with you but you still felt uneasy about the situation.

“I don’t know,” you sighed honestly, “I feel like a desperate idiot if I go back on my word.”

“Nope none of that,” Amy interrupted, “You’re not weak for letting someone into your life. I know you’re a pretty private person, I mean you literally have been running a secret account but you also gotta let people see you. At least people who want to see you.”

“I just,” you started, “What if he doesn’t really see me?”

“But that’s the beauty in taking that risk,” Amy said, “Did you like being around him? Did you feel comfortable around him?”

You thought back to when you two danced that one night at Malone’s and how he followed your movements with just as much energy you were putting out. Or how he bought your favorite book when he came by your bookstore.

“I saw these birds the other day and thought about you,” Logan said, showing you his phone which had an image of birds in the Briar rink parking lot.

The two of you were waiting for everyone else to join you in the cafeteria for lunch so you were making small talk to fill the silence. Although small talk started being less small when it came to Logan. Sometimes talking to Logan was the highlight of your day

You were talking about birds with Logan and Tucker the other day, explaining how you wanted to get into bird watching. You thought if you got really good at identifying species it’ll make any nature walk more entertaining cause you could point out all the type of birds there.

“You know what type they are?” he asked.

“I think those are just sparrows,” you laughed, zooming in on the tiny brown birds.

“Yeah but are they special sparrows? Like maybe they're a rare breed,” he pressed with that signature grin spreading across his face.

“I don’t think so,” you chuckled, shaking your head. “I think they're just plain house sparrows.”

“Damn, just a house sparrow. Here I thought I got a cool pic of a one of a kind bird.”

“They’re still pretty cute,” you shrugged.

“Yeah they are,” Logan agreed although you were too engrossed in his phone that you missed his lingering gaze as you leaned closer. 

You looked at Amy with wide eyes and she already knew what you were thinking. You were scared but maybe this time it was better to push through it than run away.

–

It was a Thursday when you decided to pick up a shift at the bookstore. Most of your classes were dwindling down and rather than being on campus and risking running into Logan and his gang you made any excuse to be off campus. 

Although it was kind of a slap in the face reminder when your boss confirmed the prizes for Logan’s fundraising event at the end of the semester. Hopefully things would smooth out by then as in you could bear to be in the same room at Logan.

Any weekdays at the bookshop were slow which meant you could catch up on your own personal reading. Normal People. You had started reading it in the beginning of the semester but now the book seemed like a silly taunt at your own situation. But it was somewhat soothing knowing there were a million fictional characters probably going through the exact same if not worst thing you were. 

The bell chimed indicating a customer having you perk up from the pages. Only to be met with a familiar pair of brown eyes and soft hair.

"Logan?" you said, your voice hesitant.

“Hey,” he smiled, “Think you can help out a customer?”

“I-,” you started to tell him to leave but he beat you to it.

“Let me tell you I’m sorry before you kick me out for being a nuisance,” he said, “Actually there’s a lot of things I need to tell you but at least let me say I’m sorry.”

You swallowed. After a week of grappling with your emotions you decided that the best thing to do was move on. That seemed a lot easier when you were actively avoiding him. Now he was standing there in person, your heart still picked up like before.

"It's fine," you sighed, seeing no point in holding a grudge, "I'm also sorry for yelling at you. The situation was really--"

"No. You don’t need to apologize,” he cut you off, "I'm sorry for avoiding you. For letting you leave that night. For not chasing after you and telling you how you make me feel. I don't care that you run that Instagram or even that you knew about my crush on Hannah that probably wasn’t even real. I care about the fact you thought I didn't want you, which couldn’t be further from the truth.”

You blinked at him.

"I want you. Only you" he said your name, "I wanted you when you were always supporting the team at Malone's, or seeing you interact with those kids, or when you rambled about your favorite book or bird. I wanted you when Allie first introduced us as the new roommate and your hair was tied in a braid. I wanted you when you rejected Dean in the funniest yet polite way possible. In a way that’s so you.  It's always you, I've just been too dumb and too scared to say anything.”

You wanted to tell him he’s lying or it’s all for show but the words died on your tongue. Because no one has ever talked about you this way, and selfishly you wanted him to continue. You watched him take out a piece of paper from his back pocket and unfold it.

“You or your account, doesn’t matter,” he said quickly, “You said to write down all the things I like about Hannah when I was convinced I liked her. I don’t like her but here’s a list of all the things I like about you.”

You blinked at him, the lump in throat slowly starting to get too large to swallow.

“I like your laugh, the way you throw your head back and laugh with your whole body. I like it even more when I’m the one to cause it. I like the way you dress, that’s so uniquely you. You wear everything with such confidence and it’s so sexy. 

“I like that you like art. I like when you talk about it even though I have no clue. You make me want to know more.”

“I like all the weird interests and hobbies you try to pick up. You’re already the most interesting person I’ve met and yet every conversation I learn something new.”

“I like that you give me recommendations for things I didn’t even consider looking into. I like the book you talked about. I can see why it’s your favorite.”

“I like how caring you are. How you’ll always listen to literally anyone no matter how boring the conversation is or how annoying they are. You give everyone your undivided attention. 

“I like that you run an anonymous advice account, it’s funny and also really sweet. I like that you’re so selfless you try to help out everyone around you. I like how understanding and patient you are while still being true to yourself.”

He took a breath and you thought it was over until he spoke again.

“And I know there’s so many more things I’ll like about you. I just haven’t seen them yet. But I want to. I want to know all of you, even the parts you might be embarrassed about. I promise you I won’t run away. I know I fucked up and if you don't ever want to talk to me I'll understand. But I don't want you to keep thinking you were never an option. Baby you're the only one I want. The only option for me."

He looked at you with those eyes that made you fall for him all those months ago. You can see every emotion on his face, fingers gripping the paper that was a love letter to you. Right now he wasn’t looking anywhere else but the person in front of him. And for once in a long time you felt okay with his eyes on you.

“You really mean all that?” you said, voice cracking.

“Every word. Including the ones in the letter Katie gave you,” he chuckled awkwardly.

“I haven’t read it,” you admitted, “I also never gave your advice your requesting so how’d you know to come here?”

“I realize I don’t need advice when it comes to you. If this is really right I should hope I know how to do it at least a little bit right,” he said, “Although maybe I did need a slight nudge in the right direction which Hannah helped with your location.”

You laughed, shaking your head at the ridiculous man in front of you. The man that you wanted for years silently. The man that told you that you were the only one for him. The man that probably would do anything for you.

“So can I have the honor to take you out?” Logan sighed as if he were proposing.

You were grinning now.

“Only if you promise me two things.”

“Done.”

“Let me say them first,” you sighed.

“Of course, my apologies.”

“One is that we take it slow,” you said, “I appreciate everything that  you told me and I do believe I feel the same way but I want us to be sure about it and not just be reactive to our intense emotions.”

“Easy. We can go as slow as you want,” Logan nodded, “I’m a patient man.”

“Second,” you began to grin, “We need some models for the kid’s fashion show in the winter.”

Katie was going to be so happy when she saw who was going to be daunting her leopard suit.

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A/N: IT'S FINALLY HERE. oh god thank you so much for your patience. I literally had the craziest past few days this new internship. BUT YAY I HOPE THIS MAKES UP FOR IT!!! Thank you for all the support. I love all you guys. Xx

So you took full advantage of it.

You finally tackled the mountain of clothes that had been steadily growing on your bedroom floor because, honestly, between classes and work, you hadn't had the energy to care. The laundry still wasn't folded, but at least everything was off the floor.

Then, after staring at the stack for weeks, you finally caved and organized the massive record collection you, Hannah, and Allie had accumulated. Alphabetical order. Artist first, then album. It was weirdly satisfying.

By the time you finished, the apartment actually looked...clean.

For once, there weren't any assignments hanging over your head. No papers due at midnight. No readings you'd procrastinated until the last second. You could finally breathe.

Headphones settled comfortably over your ears, you cranked up Just Like Heaven by The Cure until it drowned out everything else. Within minutes, you were dancing around the apartment.

Barefoot. Baggy gray sweatpants hanging low on your hips. A black lace bralette that was comfortable enough to lounge in.

Not another soul around to judge you.

You wandered from room to room with your eyes closed, singing every lyric from memory, using a wooden spoon as a microphone before eventually swapping it for your hairbrush. You spun dramatically through the living room before launching yourself onto your bed, performing for an audience that definitely did not exist.

Completely lost in your own little concert, you never heard the knock at the front door. Or the second one. Or the sound of someone trying the doorknob.

Outside, John Logan frowned.

"Hello?" he called through the door, hearing movement somewhere inside.

He knocked again.

"Hannah?" he called louder. "Garrett said to grab his jersey! He left it here!"

Nothing.

He waited another few seconds before sighing.

Garrett's text was still open on his phone.

If they're not there, spare key's under the mat. The one that says "Go Away Please."

John had been hoping someone would answer. Breaking into his friend's girlfriend's apartment, even with permission, felt a little weird. But Garrett had practice, wanted his jersey back, and apparently trusted the girls enough to leave a spare key outside.

John shrugged.

"If I get murdered," he muttered to himself, fishing the key out from under the mat, "I'm haunting him."

The lock clicked open. He stepped inside carefully, closing the door behind him. The apartment was empty.

Well...

Mostly.

He could hear footsteps somewhere down the hallway.

And...

Was that singing?

"Hannah?" he called cautiously.

Nothing.

"Allie?"

Still nothing.

The singing only got louder. John stood awkwardly in the entryway for another second before taking a few hesitant steps farther inside. Then someone came spinning out of the hallway.

You.

Eyes closed.

Hands running dramatically through your hair as you belted out the chorus with absolutely zero concern for the outside world.

John froze. He should probably say something.

Instead...

He watched.

Not in a creepy way.

Just...

You looked so genuinely happy. You were dancing around like no one was watching, which, until about ten seconds ago, had been completely true.

A grin slowly spread across his face. He'd never seen you before, but judging by how comfortable you looked, you obviously lived here.

And...

You were really pretty.

Like...

Really pretty.

Then your eyes opened. You froze mid-spin.

Your brain took approximately half a second to register the fact that there was an unfamiliar six-foot hockey player standing in your living room.

You screamed. "What the fuck?!"

John nearly jumped out of his skin.

"It's okay!" he said immediately, throwing both hands into the air. "I'm not robbing you!"

You stared at him. He stared back.

Neither of you moved.

"I—"

"You literally broke into our apartment!"

"I used the key!"

"That's somehow worse!"

"No, wait—"

You grabbed the nearest object you could find, a throw pillow, and pointed it at him like it was a weapon.

"Explain."

John couldn't help the nervous laugh that escaped him.

"Garrett sent me."

Your eyebrows pulled together.

"...Garrett?"

"Yeah." He nodded quickly. "Garrett Graham. Hannah's boyfriend?"

You blinked. "I know who Garrett is."

"Right. Good. That would've been awkward."

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"He left his hockey jersey here and texted me to come grab it because he's already at the rink. Said there was a spare key under the mat."

You stared at him for another few seconds.

Then...

Very slowly...

Your shoulders relaxed. "Oh."

"Yeah."

"...I almost hit you with a pillow."

"I've taken body checks harder than that."

A reluctant laugh escaped you. "Don't get cocky."

"Oh, I absolutely am."

You rolled your eyes despite yourself.

Silence settled between you for a second.

Then John smiled. "I'm John, by the way."

"The John Logan?"

"The one and only."

You couldn't help smiling. "I'm Y/N."

"Nice to officially meet you."

You smiled politely before noticing his eyes flick downward for the briefest second. Following his gaze, you looked down. Black lace bralette. Bare shoulders. Barefoot. Hair sticking out in every direction from your one-woman concert.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Heat rushed to your face so fast it actually made your ears burn. You immediately folded your arms across yourself.

"I—"

John's own face turned red almost instantly. "I wasn't—"

"Nope."

"I wasn't trying to—"

"I know."

"I swear."

"I know!"

He looked genuinely horrified with himself. Which somehow made the situation even funnier. Trying to recover what little dignity you had left, you cleared your throat.

"Hannah's room."

John blinked. "What?"

"The jersey."

You pointed toward the hallway.

"It's probably in Hannah's room."

"Oh."

Right. The reason he'd come over.

"Thanks."

He disappeared into the bedroom, leaving you enough time to dramatically bury your face in your hands.

"Oh my God..."

Of all days...

Five minutes later, John reappeared holding Garrett's jersey triumphantly. "Found it."

"Nice."

Neither of you seemed entirely sure how to end the conversation.

John scratched the back of his neck. "Well..."

"I should probably..."

"Yeah."

He reached for the doorknob before pausing.

Turning back toward you, that signature Logan grin spread across his face.

"Oh."

You looked up.

"Great song, by the way."

Your eyes widened.

"You could hear that?"

"You were kinda killing your eardrums with those headphones."

You groaned, dropping your head into your hands. "Oh my God."

"And," he continued, clearly enjoying himself now, "your air guitar technique?"

"No."

"Pretty impressive."

"No."

"Eight out of ten."

"You need to leave."

John laughed. "Fair."

He opened the door. "See you around, Y/N."

Before you could think of anything remotely clever to say back, the door clicked shut behind him. The apartment fell silent again. You stood there for several long seconds.