Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 9

finally looked up at me. "I think so. I just don't know where to start."
    I shrugged. "The beginning?"
    "I knew you'd say that," he smiled at me. The first real smile I'd ever seen from him. It tugged at my heart—and my groin.
    "Yeah, well … " I tilted my head and encouraged him to continue.
    "I'm sorry," Logan said in a rush.
    "For what?"
    "Just … I dunno… everything. Things I said, stuff I did. People expect me to be a certain way, so I just act like that person. I've always been that way."
    "Sure, I understand."
    "No, no you don't. I am that person. I want to be that person. I was that person. Until I came here."
    Until he met me.
    "You're still the same person, Logan. Everything that you are now, you were before." I felt like I was talking in riddles, but it kind of made sense to me.
    Logan shook his head, his hair hanging down to cover his face again.
    "Sure you are. Parts of you just got moved around into a different order, different... uh … priority."
    Logan scuffed his sneaker against the dirt. "Maybe."
    I squatted down beside him and rested my hand on his arm. "Look, let's cut to the chase here. You ever kissed a guy before?"
    Logan shook his head again, still studying the dirt under his feet.
    "But you wanted to, right?"
    It may have been dark in the cave, but I could still see the redness flush his cheeks. "Right," he whispered.
    "More than you wanted to kiss the girls?"
    His silence said it all.
    "Hey, look at me," I gently grasped his chin and turned his face towards me, brushing back his long hair with my other hand. His eyes closed as I touched him. "If you need to talk, who could understand better than me?"
    I stroked my fingers across his cheek. Now that he was here, I couldn't stop touching him.
    "It's okay," I continued. "You are who you are. Screw the rest of the world. You can't predict what they're gonna think. Let them deal."
    Logan smiled again and dimples creased his cheeks. He opened his eyes to look at me. "I almost believe you."
    I raised an eyebrow. "Only almost?"
    "Yeah. I don't give a shit about the rest of the world. I just worry about the people in my little part of it. What they'll think of me."
    "The people who care will be there no matter what. Believe me, I know. The rest of them? Well, they'll just have to find another poor bastard to project their delusions upon."
    Logan laughed and the sound made my heart stutter. "Dude, I should have known a geek like you would put it so eloquently."
    I ran my fingers through his hair again, tightening them so that I pulled his head back slightly. I leaned forward to rasp in his ear, "And I never knew that a jock like you had the word 'eloquent' in his vocabulary."
    Logan grabbed my wrist and squeezed, forcing me to release my grip on his hair. "Is that so?" he said, his hazel eyes gleaming with humor and something darker, more sensuous.
    We paused, looking at each other, our breathing ragged and shallow. I could feel the tension rising, the pressure building, just waiting for that little push to tip it over and make it explode. My eyes dropped to his parted lips. I wanted to kiss him so badly, but part of me wanted him to make the final leap.
    That was before he touched me, trailing a finger across my bare chest. Fire consumed me and I couldn't take it anymore. My control snapped and I grabbed at his hair again, pulling his mouth down onto mine.
    We both moaned at the contact. He tasted even more delicious than I remembered. My tongue swept across his lips and he opened his mouth willingly, letting my tongue slide in to tangle with his. My legs went weak and I lost my balance, falling backwards onto my ass. Logan followed in a flash, pushing me down onto my back so he could lie on top. The ground was hard and gritty beneath my skin, but I honestly didn't care. How could I? Logan was writhing above me, devouring my mouth. I raised my knees to cradle him more comfortably against my groin. Logan groaned deep in his chest and rolled his hips, the hardness of his erection bumping into mine.
    He slid his mouth down my cheek, his hot breath caressing my ear. "I want you so fucking much," he whispered. "I tried not to, but I can't help myself."
    "Me either." My hands curled around his back, digging under his t-shirt, desperate to find bare skin. "I want to touch you so bad."
    Logan pushed himself up to his knees and stripped his t-shirt up and over his head, flinging it behind him. He sat back and looked down at me. "Go ahead," he said.
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