Page 69 of Because of Logan

“I think you can do better that.”

“You do?”

She’s flirting with me, a sexy smile playing on her lips.

“Uh-huh. Let’s put it to the test.”

I take her hand and tug her behind me and back to her bedroom.

Chapter Thirty-One

I guessno one was listening to my prayers because it didn’t take long at all to run into Blake. As luck would have it, I didn’t have to call Logan when it happened either, because he was right there with me.

We run into Blake on campus. Logan is picking me up after class for some Netflix and chill. AKA, pizza and mind-blowing sex. Whatever we have between us isn’t just dating anymore. It’s been over two months since we first met, and we’re well established into couple territory. There was never a discussion of being exclusive, but we both fell into a routine that works around his erratic schedule and my classes, job, and studying. Living so close to each other helps.

He’s parked on the curb and waiting for me outside the Austen building where I have all my English classes. The building is named after Jane Austen, one of my favorite authors.

I’m walking down the path, my eyes on Logan and his welcoming smile, admiring his long legs in a pair of faded jeans, crossed at the ankles as he leans against his truck, his arms crossed over his open jacket and a plain black T-shirt that’s stretched tight across his wide chest, when I hear my name. I look over my shoulder and see Blake walking in my direction with another guy and a girl. It’s been nearly four years since I last saw him. He’s taller and bigger. More intimidating than I remember him. Riggins colors look wrong on him. I freeze on the spot. There’s a smirk on his face. I guess he got over River’s threat. Before he gets too close, Logan is at my side, his arm around my waist. He pulls me into his body and kisses the top of my head. I relax a little.

Blake stops a couple of feet away from us, flanked by his friends, and gives Logan a disinterested look, dismissing him on the spot. Logan’s taller than Blake, but not as bulky. I wouldn’t be surprised if Blake’s muscles were created with the aid of some illegal substances. There were always rumors about it back in high school.

Blake’s eyes find me again, and he smirks.

“Looking good, Skye.”

I don’t say anything. His smile falters for a second, but he backs it up with cockiness.

“What? You don’t have a hug for your high school boyfriend? I know you missed me.”

I snort at that. I actually snort at his words. The girl with him looks between us as if trying to figure the extent of our relationship. She seems uncomfortable with Blake’s abrasiveness.

The guy on his right speaks up.

“Come on, Blake. Let’s go.”

“No, no. Don’t be rude. Introductions are needed.”

Blake points at the girl at his left.

“This is Brittany. She’s in a couple of my classes. And this is Mark. He’s on the football team with me.”

He points at me with both hands.

“And this is Skye, and as I said before, my old high school girlfriend. We were together most of senior year.”

The way he looks at me makes me want to take a shower. He nods at Logan.

“And who are you?”

Contempt in his tone.

Logan tenses next to me, and I reply to Blake before Logan can say or do anything.

“This is Logan, my boyfriend.”

Neither makes an attempt to shake hands. I have a feeling if Logan lifts his hand, it will be to choke Blake.

Blake laughs. I’m familiar with that laugh. It always preceded something unpleasant.

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