Violet Rose,
the definition of perfect as she grew up in a family with fame obsessed parents. Never has it been easy for her, publishing her own first book at seventeen, her parents wanting her to get married at twenty three.
But what if there's a m...
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Violet Rose:
"I told you to get changed!" I laugh at Logan who is, two days later, lying in bed with a fever. "I don't normally get sick." he grumbles, rubbing his hot forehead.
I chuckle walking over to him and putting my hand on his forehead. I fake wince, pulling my hand back. "Damn, you're hot." I try to act serious even though I can't help but smile at him.
"Thanks I know." he agrees, before pulling my body down and right on top of him. "I don't want to get sick Logan." I try to get out of his grasp but even when he's sick, this man is as strong as freaking hulk I'm telling you. "We can be hot together." he completely ignores me and I just give up, cuddling closer to his warm body.
After everything that happened in the hot tub two days ago, Logan and I haven't really talked about it. You know, us. He's been touchy and has even kissed me several times, but for some odd reason only when we're alone. When the boys are around he acts like I'm not even in the room and I don't really know what to do about it.
I feel like a princess every time I spend the night at his. When we're all alone at night and just talk and laugh and watch movies. No man has ever treated me this amazingly. But then it just hurts when he pretends I'm air when the boys are with us. I just don't get it, I mean do boys not tell each other who they like? Or at least I think he likes me.
I want more than this secret but I don't want to push anything. We still have plenty of time to find out who we are, we'll get there eventually. And for now we're just only fake dating. Completely fine.
"You know my grandmother really likes you." I tell him and he hums, stroking his hand through my hair. "Yeah?" "Mhm," I nod. "She wouldn't stop talking about you the whole time she was here." I chuckle and he smiles. "Well, I'm glad I made a good impression."
"My mother loves you." he suddenly speaks and my stomach turns. Damn you butterflies. "Does she?" I lift my head to look at him, his lips tilting up as his thumb brushes over my bottom lip and he nods. "You're not focused." I say and he nods once again, making me roll my eyes.
I lick my lips and they form into a smile before I open my mouth and playfully bite into his thumb. He tries to suppress a laugh when he pulls his thumb out and places it between his lips, small bite marks visible.
His hand then goes to my back while the other one goes and rests on my cheek when he pulls me in for a kiss. We both smile against each-others lips and I can't help but feel the happiest I have ever felt.
Logan makes me feel so good and like I'm worth something and the thing about it is that he doesn't even try to do so, he just does. My feelings are all over the place but as soon as his lips touch mine I just know I want to be with him. I want him to be mine and I want to be his. I want to touch him and I want him to touch me, without being scared of what the others think. I want it to be just him and me.
