The one I shouldn't fall for

Trust

I started my new job today and I've been catching up on all of the gossip over here and getting to know all of my customers. I've done so many girls nails today and each of them have knew me although I've never met them before which I think is a bit weird but as long as they don't know me through bad reasons I don't mind. It felt like a long day because I'm so used to sitting in the flat or being at the gym now so I'm glad to finally be home and put my feet up. There is a chap at the door and since I can't be bothered getting up I decide that shouting is the best idea,
"Come in" I shout,
I see Logan come in and look around the flat until he spots me and walks over to me,
"Hey" I smile,
"Alright love?" He asks,
he's holding a huge bouquet of flowers,
"Yeah, you?" I reply,
he sits the flowers on my dining table before returning back to the couch and taking a seat beside me, I've saw Logan almost every day for a month now although it seems like a lot longer,
"Yeah I'm good" he smiles, "I got you flowers as a congrats on your job" he adds,
"Thanks babe" I state before pecking him gently on his lips,
The two of us stare at each other for a moment before I start to play with his hair,
"You're so beautiful" he states,
"Shut up" I laugh,
"No, I'm being serious" he stares into my eyes and I know he meant it,
Our lips meet again but this time there is so much more passion and lust involved. He pulls me towards him before lifting me gently onto him so that I'm straddling his lap, I let my kisses and lust get the better of me while I start to kiss down his neck before pulling his top off revealing what I always knew would be there, piles of muscles.
"You're actually perfect" I slip,
"What?" He asks,
"Nothing" I yelp,
"Did you just say that you think I am perfect?" He quizzes,
"Yeah" I state and I can feel my red blush take over my face and I'm so embarrassed,
A huge boyish grin spread across his face before I stop kissing his stomach and look up at him while he quickly turns us so that he's on top of me, that was so sexy. He kisses me for a while with his hands running all over me and I like it, a guys never taken so much attention to me when being intimate before and it's such a nice thing to see because I don't feel like he's using me. Well I'm praying he's not. I'm fed up of being used, two out of three of the guys I've been with while being in Northern Ireland have used me and I really can't take the pain of being used again. I can't help but let my thoughts get the better of me and I stop kissing him,
"what's up?" He quizzes, pecking at my lips,
"If you're planning this to just be a pump and dump then I can't do it" I state,
"It isn't going to be" he replies, "are you ok?"
"I'm fine, I just can't take it to be used again" I reply,
"I'm not going to use you"
We lie on the couch spooning for a while before he gives me a piggy back through to the bedroom where I get changed into the t shirt I took of in the living room, he puts the TV on before taking off his jeans and getting into the bed beside me where we cuddle and kiss but nothing more. I like that he's showing he has some respect for me which isn't something that I've noticed comes a lot with guys. During my time in Northern Ireland I've been with three guys and when I think about it, it's more than I've slept with back home which is weird, it's the accent, I'm telling you. Each of the guys I've been with have each made me build up my confidence and made me realise what I need from a relationship now which I think is very important. I need someone who is funny, caring, wants the same things as me and likes me for me. That's important.