Playing With Fire | A Big Time Rush Story

Chapter 01: Cruel Summer

"What doesn't kill me makes me want you more..."

The night hung heavy with both a sense of anticipation and hesitation as Cassidy sat in the passenger of the car, staring at Logan. The car's soft interior glow painted his features in warm hues, casting shadows that danced across his face. The engine's purr and the faint scent of cicadas created an intimate symphony, a backdrop to the tension swirling between them.

They'd just pulled into his driveway, the engine now a gentle hum as Logan shifted into park. The muted thud of the car door closing echoed through the quiet neighborhood, and then there was only silence, save for the distant rustling of leaves.

Cassidy's gaze remained locked on him, her heart racing in a rhythm that seemed to synchronize with the erratic flutter of a nearby moth drawn to the car's light. She knew she shouldn't be here, shouldn't be with him, but the gravitational pull of his presence was a force she struggled to resist.

There was a dangerous allure to Logan, an enigmatic charm that had entangled her from the moment they met. A whisper of rebellion lingered in his smile, a glint of adventure in his eyes. She was all too aware of the perilous path she was treading, the precipice she was teetering on, but the intoxicating allure of his nearness was impossible to ignore.

As the tension enveloped them, her thoughts became a cascade of contradictions. She knew this would only lead to pain, that she was treading into dangerous territory, but the thrill of getting too close to the fire, of dancing on the edge of the unknown, was a sensation too irresistible to deny.

In the glow of the car's interior, Logan's gaze met hers, and for a suspended moment, time seemed to hold its breath. His lips curled into a half-smile, a silent acknowledgement of the unspoken connection between them. Cassidy's heart quickened, a mixture of fear of fear and longing coursing through her veins.

She swallowed hard, her mind a battleground of rationality and desire. The future was uncertain, the consequences dire, but in that moment, under the moonlit sky, the pull of attraction and the thrill of the forbidden were forces too strong to suppress.

And so, as Cassidy continued to stare at Logan, a silent understanding passed between them, an acknowledgement of the impending collision of bodies, culminating in an all-consuming, euphoric explosion.

"What's on your mind?" Logan asked, his voice cutting through the silence and her thoughts.

Her eyes found his, and she burned under his gaze. "You," she answered honestly. Maybe it was throbbing sensation building between her legs, or perhaps it was the Jack and Coke in her system. She'd always been a lightweight, so maybe it had given her an extra boost of courage.

Logan smirked, a knowing glint in his eyes that seemed to read her like an open book. He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing against her skin, leaving a trail of tingles in their wake. The intimacy of the gesture sent a rush of warmth through her, pooling in her belly where desire and apprehension tangled in a passionate dance.

"You're beautiful Cass, you know that?" He whispered, his voice low and seductive.

A shiver raced down her spine, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew exactly where this was going, and she knew that she should put a stop to it. But what her head and heart wanted were in stark contrast with each other. She wanted to protest, to stop him, but the truth was undeniable. In his presence, logic and restraint crumbled like sandcastles against the tide of her emotions. "I should go," she uttered, unconvincingly, in a weak attempt to stop things.

"You say that every time," Logan replied, biting down on his bottom lip, exposing the dimples that made her weak.

"I guess I'm a glutton for trouble," she admitted, her voice carrying a mixture of resignation and longing.