More Than Her
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Then two seconds later his mouth was on mine again.
I pushed him away. "Quit. Fucking. Kissing. Me!"
He laughed.
"I don't see how this is funny." I ran around my room, trying to get ready.
"Fine. I'll stop kissing you."
"Good! Thank you."
"On one condition."
I rolled my eyes. "And what's that?"
"You play a game with me."
I walked to him so we were face to face. "What game?" I was curious.
"Two truths for fifteen. I don't know if you remember-"
"I remember." I interrupted him. My voice softened. If this was what it was going to take to make sure there was no more physical contact between us in the future, I was willing to play. "Okay, but not today."
I brushed past him and out my bedroom door.
Logan
I watched her from just outside her room as she rushed to the front door, reaching for the keys on the hook, only they weren't there.
She had a look of confusion on her face, before opening the front door. "That asshole," she muttered under her breath.
She pulled out her phone, I assume, to call Ethan, who apparently didn't answer, according to the amount of curse words coming out of her mouth.
Finally, she glanced up at me, "Do you think you'd be able to give me a ride?"
She doesn't have a car? "What happened to your car?"
"Which car?"
"That red civic you had."
Her eyes widened in shock.
"How do you—never mind. I uh, I had to leave it with Mom. So can you? The ride, I mean?"
I opened the front door for her and led her to my car. I'd do pretty much anything this girl asked if it meant I got to spend even a second of my time with her.
***
I was familiar with the bar she worked at, so she didn't need to give directions, which meant the entire drive we sit in silence.
It was the type of uncomfortable silence that's deafening to your ears.
I pulled into a spot and turned to her. She was biting her lip, looking out the windshield.
You know how sometimes you remember someone, or something, and you close your eyes but you can't imagine them. Like, you can kind of make them out in your mind, but you can't see them? It was never that case with her. If I wanted to remember her, all I had to do was close my eyes and she'd be there. I'd always picture the way she threw her head back when she laughed. The sound was so infectious; you couldn't help but laugh with her. I remember everything about her. They way her lips felt against mine. The way my fingers felt linked with hers. The way her hair felt under my touch. Those fucking moaning sounds she made. I fucking remember everything about her. Everything. Clear as day. Perfect. In every fucking sense.
"I didn't know you wore glasses." I blurt out.
"Shit," she mumbled, going through her bag. She pulled out her contacts case, brought down the visor mirror and replaced her glasses with her contacts, blinking a few times when she was done. "I better get inside." She jerked her head to the front door.
I followed the movement and saw a bunch of guys hanging out the front. They were all drunk, cussing, and pushing each other around. She stepped out of the car, and I found myself doing the same.
I walked next to her, hands in my pockets.
"What are you doing?" she questioned, walking a bit closer to me as we passed the guys.
"I haven't eaten all day." I shrugged.
Plus, I've been here before, and I know how I treated the girls that worked here. I'm sure as shit not going to let some asshole treat her like that.
Logan
One of the guys from the team happened to be here, so we sat, totally by coincidence, on a table in Amanda's area. We ordered and ate together before he had to leave to get to his girlfriend’s dorm before her roommate came back.
Basically, he left to get laid.
Amanda was leaning on the bar; waiting for drinks, talking to the guy prepping them. He said something and she laughed, that same laugh I remembered so well. I eyed the guy that was laughing with her. And even though I had no right, I was jealous. Not because she was talking to him. Not even because they might be flirting with each other right now. But I was jealous because in my mind, those laughs belonged to me.
I walked up behind her and cleared my throat. The guy she was talking to stood to full height, squaring his shoulders when he saw me. Like I was a fucking threat to her.
She slowly turned around and looked up at me, "You all done?" She was actually smiling.
"Uh, yeah." I was still looking at the guy, who'd crossed his arms and was now staring me down. I felt a light tapping on my arm and tore my eyes away from that asshole to see Amanda's fingers on me, trying to get my attention. I brought my gaze to hers. "Yeah, I'm done. What time does your shift end?"
"Midnight."
I looked at my watch. Four hours to go. "I'll just wait here and give you a ride when you're done."
"What?" she said, laughing at me.
I don't know why. I didn't think it's funny.
"You can't wait, Logan. It's hours from now. What are you going to do here?"
"Dude," asshole bartender interrupted us. "My shift ends at the same time. I'll giver her a ride."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Amanda," I said, looking straight at him, "I'll take us home when you're done."
Instantly, I was being dragged by my arm into a random abandoned hallway.
She pushed me up against a wall, her tiny frame blocking me in. There was fire in her eyes.
I was getting turned on.
"Did you work it out?" She cocked an eyebrow.
"What are you talking about?" My hand went out to touch her waist, because when she was this close, all I wanted to do was touch her.
She was too quick to swat it away.
"Did you work out whose dick was bigger?"
I chuckled.
Her eyebrows rose.
I moved in to kiss her.
She pushed me away. "Quit. Fucking. Kissing. Me!"
Then she turned in her spot and stormed off. Her short shorts showed off her amazingly toned legs.
Logan: I think I may have a problem.
Dad: If it's red, itchy or inflamed, come straight home and notify everyone.
Logan: Ha Ha. Seriously though, is there some sort of medical condition involved with the uncontrollable need to kiss someone?
Dad: Why are you asking this?
Logan: Because I can't quit kissing this girl.
Dad: No medical condition. Maybe you just like her.
Logan: That makes more sense. I thought for sure it was my body’s way of telling me something.
Dad: Like what? That maybe you more than like her?
Logan: You may be right.
I pushed him away. "Quit. Fucking. Kissing. Me!"
He laughed.
"I don't see how this is funny." I ran around my room, trying to get ready.
"Fine. I'll stop kissing you."
"Good! Thank you."
"On one condition."
I rolled my eyes. "And what's that?"
"You play a game with me."
I walked to him so we were face to face. "What game?" I was curious.
"Two truths for fifteen. I don't know if you remember-"
"I remember." I interrupted him. My voice softened. If this was what it was going to take to make sure there was no more physical contact between us in the future, I was willing to play. "Okay, but not today."
I brushed past him and out my bedroom door.
Logan
I watched her from just outside her room as she rushed to the front door, reaching for the keys on the hook, only they weren't there.
She had a look of confusion on her face, before opening the front door. "That asshole," she muttered under her breath.
She pulled out her phone, I assume, to call Ethan, who apparently didn't answer, according to the amount of curse words coming out of her mouth.
Finally, she glanced up at me, "Do you think you'd be able to give me a ride?"
She doesn't have a car? "What happened to your car?"
"Which car?"
"That red civic you had."
Her eyes widened in shock.
"How do you—never mind. I uh, I had to leave it with Mom. So can you? The ride, I mean?"
I opened the front door for her and led her to my car. I'd do pretty much anything this girl asked if it meant I got to spend even a second of my time with her.
***
I was familiar with the bar she worked at, so she didn't need to give directions, which meant the entire drive we sit in silence.
It was the type of uncomfortable silence that's deafening to your ears.
I pulled into a spot and turned to her. She was biting her lip, looking out the windshield.
You know how sometimes you remember someone, or something, and you close your eyes but you can't imagine them. Like, you can kind of make them out in your mind, but you can't see them? It was never that case with her. If I wanted to remember her, all I had to do was close my eyes and she'd be there. I'd always picture the way she threw her head back when she laughed. The sound was so infectious; you couldn't help but laugh with her. I remember everything about her. They way her lips felt against mine. The way my fingers felt linked with hers. The way her hair felt under my touch. Those fucking moaning sounds she made. I fucking remember everything about her. Everything. Clear as day. Perfect. In every fucking sense.
"I didn't know you wore glasses." I blurt out.
"Shit," she mumbled, going through her bag. She pulled out her contacts case, brought down the visor mirror and replaced her glasses with her contacts, blinking a few times when she was done. "I better get inside." She jerked her head to the front door.
I followed the movement and saw a bunch of guys hanging out the front. They were all drunk, cussing, and pushing each other around. She stepped out of the car, and I found myself doing the same.
I walked next to her, hands in my pockets.
"What are you doing?" she questioned, walking a bit closer to me as we passed the guys.
"I haven't eaten all day." I shrugged.
Plus, I've been here before, and I know how I treated the girls that worked here. I'm sure as shit not going to let some asshole treat her like that.
Logan
One of the guys from the team happened to be here, so we sat, totally by coincidence, on a table in Amanda's area. We ordered and ate together before he had to leave to get to his girlfriend’s dorm before her roommate came back.
Basically, he left to get laid.
Amanda was leaning on the bar; waiting for drinks, talking to the guy prepping them. He said something and she laughed, that same laugh I remembered so well. I eyed the guy that was laughing with her. And even though I had no right, I was jealous. Not because she was talking to him. Not even because they might be flirting with each other right now. But I was jealous because in my mind, those laughs belonged to me.
I walked up behind her and cleared my throat. The guy she was talking to stood to full height, squaring his shoulders when he saw me. Like I was a fucking threat to her.
She slowly turned around and looked up at me, "You all done?" She was actually smiling.
"Uh, yeah." I was still looking at the guy, who'd crossed his arms and was now staring me down. I felt a light tapping on my arm and tore my eyes away from that asshole to see Amanda's fingers on me, trying to get my attention. I brought my gaze to hers. "Yeah, I'm done. What time does your shift end?"
"Midnight."
I looked at my watch. Four hours to go. "I'll just wait here and give you a ride when you're done."
"What?" she said, laughing at me.
I don't know why. I didn't think it's funny.
"You can't wait, Logan. It's hours from now. What are you going to do here?"
"Dude," asshole bartender interrupted us. "My shift ends at the same time. I'll giver her a ride."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Amanda," I said, looking straight at him, "I'll take us home when you're done."
Instantly, I was being dragged by my arm into a random abandoned hallway.
She pushed me up against a wall, her tiny frame blocking me in. There was fire in her eyes.
I was getting turned on.
"Did you work it out?" She cocked an eyebrow.
"What are you talking about?" My hand went out to touch her waist, because when she was this close, all I wanted to do was touch her.
She was too quick to swat it away.
"Did you work out whose dick was bigger?"
I chuckled.
Her eyebrows rose.
I moved in to kiss her.
She pushed me away. "Quit. Fucking. Kissing. Me!"
Then she turned in her spot and stormed off. Her short shorts showed off her amazingly toned legs.
Logan: I think I may have a problem.
Dad: If it's red, itchy or inflamed, come straight home and notify everyone.
Logan: Ha Ha. Seriously though, is there some sort of medical condition involved with the uncontrollable need to kiss someone?
Dad: Why are you asking this?
Logan: Because I can't quit kissing this girl.
Dad: No medical condition. Maybe you just like her.
Logan: That makes more sense. I thought for sure it was my body’s way of telling me something.
Dad: Like what? That maybe you more than like her?
Logan: You may be right.
