Page 13 of Puck'N Enemy
Blood floods my tongue and trickles down my chin. My lip throbs as I gasp, desperate for oxygen.
Logan’s eyes darken as he swipes a hand over his mouth. His chest rises and falls violently as he fists my jacket. “Youdeserved that,” he rasps, his voice shaking with dark emotions. “You deserve worse.”
I can’t even argue with that. I just stand before him, shell-shocked and aching, with the taste of him still burning on my tongue.
Letting go of me, Logan roughly shoves me back with a disgusted look on his face.
Ithurts.
Without another word, he turns around and stalks out of the alley.
I lean heavily against the wall, shaking and bleeding. A hollow feeling spreads through me, leaving me utterly miserable.
Can I ever make up for what I did to Logan? Or are we destined to remain enemies for the rest of our lives?
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Logan
My hands shake as I stumble out of the alley.
I can still feel him, under my palms and against my mouth. The tang of blood still coats my tongue, reminding me of the way Dylankissed me backfor one goddamn second before reality crashed down on both of us.
My heart hammers against my ribs, out of rhythm and broken.
A cold breeze blows by but it’s not enough to chase away the wildfire raging inside me. What the hell did I just do?
I scrub my face, breathing hard. Fuck, I can still taste him.
Why the hell does he stilltastethe same, like no time has passed at all?
I hate Dylan. Ishouldhate him.
But I did like the way it felt to have him pinned against me so he couldn’t run away this time. It also felt good to see the shock in his eyes when he took my punishment.
I stop in the middle of the sidewalk, realizing I hurt him. A sliver of guilt flickers in my gut but I ignore it.
Dylan deserved that and more.
I should’ve probably punched him instead of kissing him. Making those luscious lips bleed was nothing compared to what he did to me in the past.
A ragged breath escapes me as I stare up at the sky.
Even now, after everything that’s happened between us, there’s a piece of me that still wants Dylan. Because no matter how much I hate him, no matter how much I tell myself I’m done with him, I’m not even close to letting him go.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, breaking me out of my thoughts.
Back to the present, I realize I’ve walked further away from the diner.
Grabbing my phone, I take a look at the flashing screen. It’s my mom.
“Hey,” I say, picking up her call.
“Where are you, Logan?” she asks in an impatient voice. “You were supposed to be here already. Maddie wants you to help her decorate the living room.”
“Sorry, Mom,” I mutter. “I was hanging out with my friends and lost track of time. I’ll be there in half an hour,” I tell her, intentionally keeping quiet about chasing Dylan.
Switching off the call, I put my phone back in my pocket and hail a cab to take me home. It’s my baby sister’s birthday today and she’s invited all her friends this evening.
