Logan
Past
"So you want me to make friends with the unpopular guy, who you worry is depressed?" I ask while balancing a pen over the top of my fingers.
The principal, Paul, is glaring daggers at me, unimpressed by my talented fingers. But he needs me, so he won't tell me to stop playing with his pen. Some kid named Ethan Archer doesn't have a single friend, and a teacher saw cut marks on his wrists. So now the principal wants me to make best buddies with him.
"Look," Paul is sweating. I can see beads forming on his bald forehead as he tries to find words. "You have poor grades, so you can benefit from making friends with the kid. Ethan's grades are excellent, and even if you're older, he should have no trouble with your subjects."
Sweet. I can already see the future flashing past my eyes—top grades in everything, Logan the math genius. I can't wait! Now all I need to do is make sure Ethan can gain from this too. I will be his best friend ever
Logan Past "Will you sit still?!" Ethan growls at me. He is holding a tissue dipped with alcohol. Bastard already cleaned the cut on my chin with it, and it stung like a motherfucker. I'm not about to listen to him and let him burn my face off. "Stop moving around, Logan! Please!" With forced peacefulness, I sit entirely still in one booth over at Mcdonald's restaurant. I'm grumpy about this entire situation. My fries are probably already cold, but Ethan is determined to clean my face. I fought Henry and won against the bloke, but not without something that looks like it could turn into a black eye tomorrow and some minor cuts on my face. Beating him was worth it, though. "Ouch! That stings!" I close my eyes, shuddering at the burning sensation on my face. This pain is worse than the one Henry gave me. "Do it quicker!" Ethan laughs. "You're such a baby! Sit still and let me work!" I crack an eye open. Ethan is practically in my
LoganPastI'm searching the cabinets and throwing spices into a bag while humming to myself. Happiness is surging through me, raising my spirits and forcing it out in song. I probably look silly, but it's been a long time since I felt happy from the bottom of my heart.This weekend will be a blast—I can't wait to get out of town, watch the stars and just be myself, relax and not think about tomorrow. Ethan has promised to teach me how to row a boat; we are planning on fishing at our location. We have rented this boat and will camp on this weird island we found on google maps."Good morning."I don't look up at the sound of my mother's voice.She enters the kitchen, wrapped in her dressing-gown and thick eyelashes draped with yesterday's makeup. She brings my thoughts to that song "Prom Queen" by Molly Kate Kestner. My father is no longer in the picture, and my mother sleeps around with younger men, and the guys probably only stick aro
Logan Past I'm munching on these Cheetos Ethan brought with him in front of a fire, licking my fingers and pouring more into my mouth. At first, I laughed at him for bringing these snacks with him, but damn, they are so fucking delicious. I might eat the entire bag. "I can't believe that I forgot to bring hotdogs!" Ethan is scavenging his bag, and then he growls in frustration. He sounds like a tiny, angry animal. Not scary at all. "Did you bring any food?" "Yup." Ethan doesn't express amusement. "Where is your bag?" "I don't know," I reply, shrugging. A shit-eating grin plays over my lips. "Probably in the car." "Well," Ethan is rolling his fingers, wanting me to get up from the comfortable seat that I would only leave in his dreams. "Logan, could you please get some food from your car?" "Not right now." A lazy yawn erupts from somewhere deep in my gut. I circle my hand over my stomach, hoping it will show how content
Elena I'm pacing my restaurant, aware of Emma and Harper staring at me like I've grown two heads. My hand is inside my mouth; biting my nails is a nasty habit of mine, and I can't stop now. "So..." Harper clears her throat. Her eyes are more expansive than saucers, and disbelief is written on her forehead. "Let me get this straight... You had the BEST sex in your entire life with a man you love, and his future wife walked in, and then you left him?" "Yes!" Frustration carries my voice to the seat where Harper is sitting and drinking her late-night coffee. Her eyes are glancing up into my face as I stand there, heaving. "What was I supposed to do?" Emma laughs. "Nothing. You did everything right, but maybe you should answer your damn phone?" She glances down at my phone next to her hands, smirking when she notices it vibrating again. "Elena... Logan is calling you again. Can I pick it up?" My heart races, and I feel myself go down in flames. Em
I hate flying more than anything in the world, so when Harper offered me hash brownies, I filled my entire mouth. Now I'm wobbly on my legs and determining everything as hilarious, which is way better than biting my nails at the mere prospect of flying. We are at a restaurant past the gates, about to eat and fill our bellies before boarding our plane. Harper told me it's more pleasant not flying on an empty stomach. I hope she is right. "I'm going to go for their burger," Harper mumbles from behind her menu, tapping her colorful nails against the brochure. "Or maybe I should for a salad? We will drink a lot of calories during this trip, and I should think about my form. My wife would hate me if I returned both tanned and entirely out of shape after we have agreed on training again." Smiling, I rock back and forth in my seat, giggling when I burp. I'm not feeling too well—eating hash brownies for the first time at an airport wasn't the brightest idea.
As I stare at Logan, I hear this whisper coming from my heart, telling me to take a chance. We have all read those billionaire romances where the guy needs to get married to inherit something, but experiencing it is a freaking trip. My knees go weak, and I'm unsteady, but there is no denying what the heart wants—Logan, and I rather it be me walking down the aisle with him than someone else. "Yes." I breathe heavily, smiling at the world taking momentum; this is where my life changes forever. "I will marry you." "Really?" The glint in Logan's eyes goes from surprise to happiness as he watches me and realizes I'm serious. "I thought I would have to bribe you somehow, but this is a pleasant surprise—I'm thrilled!" My body stiffens as I watch him approach me with that charming, curling smile. Was Logan always so gorgeous? I have the sudden urge to hug him but think better of it. I'm afraid of what I would do if I felt his hard body against mine. M
Logan I've done many stupid things in my life; who hasn't done something they regret? I've jumped from scarily high cliffs while my friends waited on my yacht and eaten scorpions. Bungee jumped even though I'm afraid of heights. Everything was a rash, stupid decision. But me asking Elena to marry me? That felt right. I'm happy, and even though Elena is doing everything in her power to focus on the conversation she is having with Harper, I know she can sense my presence. Shivers are prickling over her flawless skin as I'm sitting ridiculously close to her in a McDonald's booth. It's been ages since I sat in one of these. Most women I've dated would have laughed at me coming here, saying it's too low class, but not Elena. I like that about her. For a long time, it's been like I've forgotten who I am, but with her, I relax and be myself. I thought she was easy prey in the beginning, and boy, was I proven wrong. My mother probably won't approve of
Elena After Logan rejected me in the past, I never imagined myself being close to him again. Today, I'm testing necklaces worth a fortune with his warm fingers intertwined in my hair. His fresh scent floats from his creamy skin, making it hard to focus as he stands behind me. I'm experiencing goosebumps, and I have the strangest desire to pinch my cheeks to make sure I'm not dreaming. I'm getting married to Logan. When did this even happen? How did it come to this? "You're beautiful. Stunning." Logan's body is large and reliable, much bigger than mine as he guards my back. "A braid will suit you, and don't worry—I've had enough sisters to deal with to know how to make one. I'm an expert." I love his gentleness, swooning as he works those rough fingers. I'm one lucky woman to receive so much attention and tenderness from a man who looks like an actor. Logan is such a gentle spirit when he wants to be. I hope it lasts. "You don't