Page 69 of The Opposite of Romance
Logan huffs like it’s the stupidest thing he’s ever heard. “I’m trying real hard here. I’m trying to keep my shit together, because you must be sore from yesterday, emotionally and physically, but don’t for a second think I wouldn’t show you again how crazy you make me.”
I gulp, my core tingling, and I guess he notices because in one swift move, he’s on my side of the table, his lips on mine.
He swallows me whole with a simple, passionate, consuming kiss, holding my head firmly in his hands. His tongue dances in my mouth, igniting a fire from the inside out. The kiss ends far too soon, and I’m left a horny, flushed mess.
“I need to finish work.” His voice is barely audible, but it echoes inside of me. My chest heaves and I barely manage a simple nod. He takes our plates and puts them in the dishwasher while I’m still unable to move.
Once I see him at his workstation, I finally unfreeze. It’s dangerous, the way he has me under his spell with a few dirty words and simple touches. It’s dangerous how much I like it. How much I crave what happened yesterday to happen again.
Fuck, I’ve begged David for us to try something new for years. I proposed books or even videos to help him realize what I’m interested in. Other than the few half-hearted ass slaps to get me off his case, he refused to try anything else. Not only that, he made me feel dirty, depraved for even asking for them. I would get his signature eyeroll, like I’m a child in need of a scolding, and any hope would evaporate out of me.
As our sex life became more and more sporadic, he would blame his disinterest on trying those things out on it.
“You can’t actually expect me to try all of those … things … when we’re barely having sex at all,” he’d say, as if the mere thought was ridiculous.
But Logan … he didn’t even know about those interests of mine, and he matched them perfectly. He made me feel alive, more alive than I’ve felt in literal years. The simple knowledge that hewas so overcome with passion for me is almost too much to bear.
I hadn’t planned on writing today, but I need to get out of my head. Five thousand words pour out of me in record time. The images of last night are so vivid, so real, I could write ten thousand more words to describe it. By the end, I’m worked up again, but masturbation would be such a poor man’s comfort.
Logan leaves a little after noon, finishing what he planned to do yesterday. “I have some things tomorrow, so I won’t be here,” he informs me on his way out.
“Sure, yeah. See you Monday.” I shoot him a smile, but he shakes his head, smirking.
Instead of saying goodbye as casual as I did, he pulls me closer by the nape of my neck and places another kiss on my lips. Tiny little butterflies erupt in my bloodstream. And then he’s gone.
The way my body has a visceral reaction to his is alarming. I’ve allowed myself to have some fun, but danger should be kept to a minimum.
It’s time to find another date, I guess.
Chapter Twenty-Six
I dropAsh and Liv at school and rush home to meet Abby. I’ve been avoiding having a face-to-face meeting, opting for regular telephone calls for weeks now. But she said she needed to take some candid pictures of me in my new workspace and house, which I guess can’t be done over the phone.
I stop by the store to grab a few sodas and, if I don’t get stuck in traffic, I should be home just in time.
Turns out, Abby came early. I hear her feminine chuckle as soon as I enter the house, carrying the sodas in my hands since I forgot to take a bag to the store. I drop the cans on the kitchen counter, hurrying to see where the hell the chuckle came from.
Abby stands in my backyard, twirling a lock of her naturally blonde hair, throwing heart eyes at Logan, who looks delectable in his signature white tank top and a backwards baseball cap. A burning sensation starts in my stomach, making its way up to my chest. Abby is a beautiful, twenty-two-year-old woman, all limber, toned legs and long, silky hair. Logan smiles at her politely, and the burning sensation turns into a rock in my stomach. I guess he made a joke because she lets out a loud giggle, playfully slapping his shoulder. Unwilling to watch any longer, I decide it’s time to break up this party.
I step outside to the mostly built deck, clearing my throat so they finally notice.
“Sadie,” Abby says with a smile. “I was a bit early, but Logan was nice enough to keep me company.”
Logan shoots me a panty-melting wink, one that could almost make me forget he seems to be flirting with a girl that is fourteen years my junior. Almost.
“Yes, that’s nice of him.” I grit out, doing my best to play it cool. “Should we get started?”
“Of course.” With a parting smile to Logan, she follows me inside.
I take her straight into my office, giving her a chair I absolutely hate to sit in. It’s an exceptional designer piece, but sitting in it is a horrible experience. I never figured out exactly why that is, which part makes your spine bend into a completely unnatural position, but it’s been serving only as decoration since I bought it.
She sinks her petite, perky butt into it, her face immediately contorting with discomfort. I shoot her a polite smile, my guts screaming with victory.
It’s pathetic, really. Feeling envious of this poor young girl who did absolutely nothing wrong. But my feminist girl power side is suffocated by the green monster possessive of a man I have no right to be possessive about.
Even with her obvious discomfort, her lips pull up, because other than having model-like looks, she’s also a kind and sweet human being. I sigh.
“Do you want another chair? This one is kind of an … acquired taste.”
