The Darker Side of Me

Chapter 45: Looking Good

"Noah come on," Logan pleaded. "You gotta wake up."

"You know," I started as rolling over to face him. "They give everyone prom day off for a reason."

"Mhmm." He leaned down to kiss me. "But do you have your dress, or shoes? Aren't you booked for a manicure and pedicure?"

"What are you saying?"

He laughed. "My point is, they give us the day off for people like you who leave everything to the last minute. You have a lot of work to do today." He sat up and pulled me up with him.

"Why are you always right?" I groaned.

"Because I remember things like that," he answered kissing me again.

I got up and walked over to my dresser. Logan decided to stay at my house last night and let me tell you, I was sure happy that mom had another art thing to go to and Dustin was at a friends house. I pulled out a pair of lace underwear and a matching bra that I bought last week when I went shopping with Sarah. I decided was going to wear a tight fitting t-shirt and a pair of jean short shorts. Finally I grabbed my deodorant and my favourite perfume. I walked over to the bed and kissed Logan again before retreating into the bathroom for a shower. It didn't last long-just a quick in, wash up, and out kind of shower-since Courtney was supposed to be picking me up in 15 minutes. I put on my deodorant, got dressed, and sprayed myself with the perfume I grabbed. When I walked out, I saw Logan laying down on my bed reading 50 Shades of Grey.

"I'm glad you're reading that," I smiled as I folded my pyjamas, or should I say Logan's shirt. He looked up at me with a raised eyebrow. "You could definitely learn a thing or two."

He smirked and put the book down. He got up and walked over to me, trapping me against the wall. "So could you. Like how to scream my name properly."

"What, I didn't do well last night?"

"Nope. I expected much more from you."

"Right. You probably just couldn't hear me over yourself." I poked his chest. "Oh god Noah." I imitated. I saw him blush slightly and kissed him lightly. "Its ok baby, I enjoyed it."

"Of course you did, or you wouldn't have been begging for more," he retorted, kissing me harder.

"Don't get me started on begging because we both know who takes that title."

"Well if it wasn't for you teasing me, I wouldn't have had to beg so much."

"So it was my fault that you were pleading to do it last night?"

"Yep. That's my story and I'm sticking to it."

I rolled my eyes and pulled his lips back down to meet mine. He slid his hands down the sides of my body and cupped them around my butt. He picked me up and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. He pushed me back up against the wall and I let out a small moan as he ground his lower half into mine. His kiss moved its way across my cheek and down my neck to my sweet spot, causing me to moan again. I felt him smirk against my skin and kiss harder. This time, I had to bite my lip to refrain from being too loud. This boy was way too good at what he does, I swear. And having been with him for almost a year now, you would think that I'm used to it. But every time he kisses me, its always something different. He always keeps me on my toes and I'm always wanting more of what he gives me. I think its safe to say I'm planning on spending the rest of my life with this guy.

He squeezed my butt and I felt him nibble slightly on my neck and it was my turn to smirk. "Get all your teasing in now baby, because you won't see me again until tonight," I said.

He stopped almost instantly and looked up at me with a questioning look. "Crazy girlfriend say what?" he asked seriously.

"Well its only tradition that the guy doesn't see his girl until he comes to pick her up."