"You like it?" she asked excited.

"I love it. But when? I mean how? What?" I can't seem to form a clear sentence.

She laughed. I just watched her, shaking my head. And I did the only thing I can think of to thank her. I kissed her.

Her body melted into mine. She moaned, as the kissed got deeper. We took each other in, drowning in each other.

"Oh God," she said into my mouth, pushing me down until we were lying down, her body on top of mine. She was straddling me, her hips jerking forward, her heat rubbing on my already hard dick. She's grinding harder and harder into me, and if she kept going, I wouldn’t be able to stop. My right hand went under her shorts, grabbing her ass and encouraging her to keep going. To keep moving. The other hand was in her hair, bringing her closer to me.

God I wanted her.

She pulled her mouth away and moved to my neck. She started to kiss me, but soon the kisses turned to licks, and then sucks. Hard sucks. My legs jerked at the attention she was giving me. Both my hands hold her ass, pulling her shorts lower and lower off her hips. She kept moving on me, her body taking up a rhythm.

She sucked harder again.

"Are you trying to mark me?" I asked, only half joking.

"Yes," she said, the word muffled by my neck.

"Seriously?"

She laughed, "Yep."

"What?" I chuckled, "Why?"

"Because bitches need to know you're mine," she deadpanned.

My dick twitched in response.

I think she knew it too because she started kissing lower, down to chest. I honestly had no fucking idea why it was such a turn on—for her to claim me—but it is.

She sat up and took her shirt off, her black lace bra barely containing her stiff nipples.

"Fuck," I breathed out, before flipping us over until I was on top. I started to kiss the spot just above her bra; my hand went into her shorts.

"Shit," she gasped, grabbing it before I reached where I so badly needed to touch. I looked up at her. Her eyes were half hooded, her chest rose and fell, her mouth slightly open, her ragged breaths caused her lips to tremble. I tried to release my hand from her grip so I could continue. "No, Logan, I have to go to work soon."

I grunted.

Grunted.

My head fell to her stomach. "I'll be quick." I was desperate.

She giggled. "Wow," she said sarcastically, "how can I resist when you say it like that, asshat."

I laughed and moved off her, coming to a stand. I wasn't going any further if we couldn't go all the way.

I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and pressed a few buttons while I watched her Expression turn to confusion.

Then the familiar sound of a guitar filled the room, before John Mayer’s voice joined in.

She threw her head back with laughter. I climbed onto the bed and crawled up next to her. She grabbed my face in her hands and raised her eyebrows. "Your body is a wonderland? Really?"

"Uh-huh." I nod, turning my head to kiss her wrist. "You're totally about to get layooked," I joked.

Amanda

Stupid work. Stupid money. Stupid Customers. Stupid food. Stupid drinks. Stupid bar.

I could be at home right now getting layooked by Logan Matthews.

TWENTY THREE

Logan

Ethan drove her to work. I offered but he said he was on his way there anyway. I left my room to get a drink when I saw Ty sitting on the sofa. I'd kind of forgotten that he was here.

"Hey." I tried to make small talk. "When are you heading home?"

"Tonight, actually. My buddy is picking me up in an hour or so."

I nodded, and then just stood there awkwardly.

"Actually," he pointed the controller to the TV and switched it off, "I'm glad you're here. I kind of wanted to talk to you, without Amanda, you know?"

Fucking awesome. I looked forward to this conversation. "I don't think we need to talk about shit." I started walking away.

"You need to quit being an asshole. It's about Amanda," he said. And it was enough to stop me in my tracks and turn to face him.

"What about her?" My eyes narrowed at him.

He motioned for me to sit opposite him. I tried to resist, just to be an asshole, and to show him that he has no control over what I did. But he just waited.

And waited.

So I finally gave in, and made a show of how inconvenient it was for me to sit my ass down on a chair. Because I'm eight years old, and this is clearly a form of punishment.

He rolled his eyes at me.

Valid.

"So, she didn't tell you about me, huh?" He got comfortable.

I shook my head. I didn’t know what the protocol should be for current whatever-the-hell-I-am to ex boyfriend conversation. It was awkward as fuck, and the fact that we were alone didn't help.

"Did she tell you about what happened two summers ago?"

Instantly my eyes snapped to his. I was paying full attention. I wasn't sure if this was about me, or if he even knew about that. But he had this look on his face, like he was ready for a fight. And I didn't want to have it. Not with him.

"You know Dimmy and I, we dated for years." He said this looking straight at me.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. We started dating six months before I went off to college. She was a sophomore. I mean, when I went after her, I really didn't know that anything would come of it, you know? I didn't expect that I'd be going through college still with her. The six months before I left were intense. We fell in love so quick. And it wasn't just that first love bullshit people speak of. It was that real love. The 'one day I'll marry you', kind of love."