𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙐𝘽𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎 [BxB] ✔️

21.| Love me not

LOGAN'S POV

Disclaimer: mentions of sexual harassment 

"Shit, I can't Logan. I'm too damn tired."

"Please." I snaked my long tanned arms around his neck, reeling him in. "Just one more round."

"Ugh." He threw his head back in 'annoyance'.

I rolled on top of him, straddling him. Our bare skin touched and an electric thrill rolled up my spine.

"Come on." I whined.

Never have I ever felt the need to beg someone for sex before.

But when it came to Kelvin it was different.

Everything was fucking different.

Before the summer, I had promised myself that I would stay away from him. He was still with Leah. He was massive threat towards our gang. He and one of my best friends hated each other with passion. 

Then thing started to change. 

Rico was arrested for distributing drugs that were strictly illegal. 

Leah had gone on a course during the summer for fashion designing and would soon be going abroad to her dream school.

Darren had left our friend group with no warning or reason.

All my friends were leaving and finding their own paths and it hurt me. But I would be lying if I said if I said I wasn't a little bit happy and grateful. 

No Rico around means he won't ever find out that I'm betraying his trust and friendship.

No Leah around means I won't feel guilty that her boyfriend is fucking me behind her back.

And no Darren around means he won't find out and report me to anyone.

Because of this, I had spent the entire summer with Kelvin and it was lushes.

The days that I wasn't sleeping over at his house days at a time, he would sleep over at mine. We did shit like go out for lunch, dinner, watch movies together while we cuddled, play fighted all the godamn time and of course we would engage in amazing sex at night.

It felt like we were almost an actual couple.

Almost.

When August eventually rolled around, and people were getting ready to set off to college, I knew I didn't have to worry about anything.

Ever since my parents were put in jail when I was only 11, art was the one thing that consumed my attention. It kept me at ease and calmed my body. 

I have dozens of sketchbooks with millions of sketches. But doing sketches on a piece of paper wasn't enough for me. I wanted it to be apart of me.