I walked through the front door, dropped my bag on the floor, and headed straight for the living room. Flopping down onto the couch, I grabbed the remote and switched on the TV. I didn’t care what was on-just needed something to drown out my thoughts.
Flipping through the channels, I landed on some random reality show and let it play in the background. I wasn’t really watching, but the noise helped.
Logan walked in, glancing at the TV, then back at me with a smirk. “Reality shows? Really?” he teased, leaning against the doorway. “I didn’t know you were into mind-numbing entertainment.”
I rolled my eyes, not in the mood. “It’s just background noise, Logan.”
He walked over, plopping down beside me. “Sure it is. You’re probably hooked on it now, aren’t you? Next thing I know, you’ll be planning a watch party.”
“Shut up,” I muttered, tossing a pillow at him.
Logan caught the pillow and laughed. “Relax, I’m just messing with you.”
I shook my head, letting out a small sigh. “It’s been a long day, okay? I don’t need the sarcasm right now.”
Logan settled beside me, his arm draped casually over the back of the couch. I could feel his presence, the heat radiating from his body. He leaned closer, peeking at the TV with mock interest. “So, what’s this one about? Who’s dating who?”
I sighed, trying to ignore how close he was. “I have no idea, Logan. Like I said, it’s just background noise.”
His gaze shifted from the screen to me, lingering a little longer than usual. “You okay?” he asked, his teasing tone gone, replaced with something softer.
I nodded, though I wasn’t sure if I believed it. “Yeah, just… tired, I guess.”
Logan didn’t say anything for a moment. I could feel his eyes on me, and the air between us seemed to thicken. I glanced at him, and that’s when it happened. The room seemed to shrink, and before I knew it, I was leaning in. My lips brushed his, and it was like the world went silent.
The kiss lasted only a second, but when I pulled back, my heart was racing. “I’m sorry,” I blurted, the words rushing out in a panic.
But before I could finish, Logan’s hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me back to him. His lips met mine again, and this time there was no hesitation. The kiss deepened, his fingers tangling in my hair, and I didn’t resist. I kissed him back, the tension between us melting into something undeniable.
When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathless, staring at each other in shock and something else entirely. Logan’s eyes were intense, his voice low when he finally spoke. “Don’t be sorry.”
Logan didn’t give me a chance to respond. His hands were firm as he gently pushed me back against the couch, his lips finding mine again. The kiss was urgent, deeper this time, and I felt my heart race even faster.
His body pressed closer, and I could feel the heat between us. His hand cupped the side of my face, and I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t. The world outside disappeared as we stayed locked in the moment, kissing like we had wanted this for a long time but had never dared to admit it.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine. We were both breathing hard, the weight of what had just happened sinking in. Neither of us spoke, but the silence was loud, filled with everything we couldn’t say.
Logan looked at me, his gaze intense and filled with something I hadn’t seen before. Without a word, he reached for his shirt, pulling it off over his head. My eyes drifted to his arms, the muscles flexing as he moved. His biceps were strong, defined, and I couldn’t look away.
He leaned closer, his hand finding mine, guiding it to his shoulder. I could feel the heat of his skin under my fingertips, and he pulled me toward him, his lips meeting mine again.
Logan’s hands moved to the hem of my shirt, and he looked at me, giving me a chance to stop him. When I didn’t, he slowly lifted it up and over my head, leaving me in just my bra.
His eyes lingered on me for a moment before he leaned in, his lips finding mine again.
Logan’s hands moved up, resting gently over my chest. His touch was soft but firm, his fingers brushing along my skin. I felt a shiver run through me, and a small whimper escaped my lips as he leaned in, his lips pressing against mine once more. The moment felt intense, every touch sending sparks through me.
He slowly removes my bra straps and bra leaving me shirtless with my boobs moving up and down. His hands caressing on my nipples. I moaned. He continues caressing it until he dips his head to suck on my nipple.
Ahhhh! I moaned enjoying the moment. Logan was good at what he was doing but I wasn’t surprised after all he was a play boy. He must have done this hundreds of time to countless girls.
Logan’s mouth was warm against my skin, sending waves of pleasure through me. I lost myself in the moment, but just as I was starting to fully surrender to the sensations, the sound of the front door creaking open jolted me back to reality.
“Audrey Sweetheart? I’m home!” my mom called out, her voice echoing through the house.
Panic surged through me, and I pushed Logan away, but it was too late. The door to the living room swung open, and there stood my mom, eyes wide with shock.
Logan quickly scrambled to cover himself, but the damage was done. My mother’s face paled, and I watched in horror as her knees buckled beneath her. “What the-!” she gasped, clutching the doorframe for support.
“Mom, wait!” I shouted, but it was too late. She fainted, collapsing to the floor, and all I could do was stare, frozen in disbelief at the chaos we’d just unleashed. What have we done?