Fuck Boston, fuck the entire northeast actually it’s fucking cold, the people are rude and a stupidly attractive hockey player is playing with your feelings. This would never happen in Texas—well maybe it would, but maybe he’d be a football or basketball player.
You stand at the edge of the counter at the hawks house watching as he talks to a girl that looks nothing like you while she smiles and touches his arm. What the fuck is his problem? Does he know that you’re hot shit in Texas?? He must not but you’ll show him.
So, you do what you do best, grabbed the nearest football player, and threw on your southern charm. People love this shit up here, as if being charming is a foreign concept to them. The guy was nice enough, tall, brunette, and broad like Logan but not Logan. You hate that you even thought like that that he already consumed so much of your mind that you were subconsciously comparing other guys to him. That for Logan’s attention, you could see him from the corner of your eye as you leaned in to hear the football player, hand holding his bicep. You talked for a little like that, half-heartedly listening to whatever the guy (Ethan, you think?) was on about, the championship? Homecoming? You had no clue you were watching Logan as he was watching you. You arched his jaw when you laughed too hard, and his gaze lingered in your short skirt. His tipping point, though, was the football player’s large hand on your hip. Before you could react, Logan was right there in front of you.
“Hey—“ Logan came up sliding his hand toward your back as he leaned in to kiss your head. You stood there stunned. “Got you a refill.” He plucked your empty cup from your hand, replacing it with a new one —how did he?? The football player across from you got the memo immediately and excused himself.
“What’s your problem!” You pushed him away
“What??” you mock him. “Why are you acting like a caveman marking your territory!” Your voice rose, attracting the attention of partygoers.“I don’t know how these little girls up here let you do them, but I’m not the one.”
He opens his mouth, but you cut him off again. “You can talk to any girl you want, but I’m property?”
John tilts his head. “Are you done?”
Your brows furrowed, “Am I done?”
Logan takes you by your wrist and drags you up the stairs to his room before shutting the door.
“I’m actually not done.” You pulled your wrist away. “I am smart.”
“You are smart,” he nods.
“Will you stop!” You groan
“I’m agreeing with you.” He chuckles
“You won’t make me feel stupid!” you exclaim in an outburst.
“I’m not trying to, I-I like you”
“You have a silly way of showing it” you huff
Logan steps closer, slowly—like he might scare you off.
“And you—“ you continue to berate him until you actually hear him“you’re sorry?”
“Yes he nods “I was being an asshole tonight and I’m sorry”
You chew your lip. “I’m not asking to be your girlfriend or anything, you know? It’s just when we’re alone and you say one thing and out there,you extend your arm toward the door. You do something completely different.”
“I know,” he runs through his hair. “I think I didn’t realize how much I liked you till I saw you with that meathead.”
You raise your eyebrows “you’re jealous”
Logan scoffs “I’m not jealous”
You break out into a smile. “John Logan, you are jealous!” You squeal.
“OK, OK,” he relents. “My point is, I like you, and I’m sorry I made you feel stupid.”
You shift on your feet in consideration “ok.”
“Ok?” He steps forward more confidently
“This doesn’t mean you’re forgiven but…ok”
“OK is good.” He moves close, reaching for your face, giving you time to step back before he closes the space between you. His lips connect with yours like he’d been waiting all night. “I’ll take it,” he says against your lips. Maybe Boston wasn’t so bad.
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