Drinks after drinks pour into our glasses and I glance at Marcus with a concerned look on my face. The beverages in question are not potent enough to have a notable effect on our kind but my observation that the women have reached a state of intoxication is validated by their slurred speech and them practically clinging to us. My friend, however, shrugs indifferently, stating that the responsibility to inhibit four adult females from having their intended fun does not fall on our shoulders.
Sighing, I decide to consume beer directly from one of the bottles. The dirty-blonde woman seated next to me giggles before resting her head on my shoulder, "You two are fun...and hot." My eyebrows rise to express my own surprise at the unexpected compliment. This is definitely my first time hearing someone describe me as 'hot'.
She leans further in my direction until her face remains close to my neck. With that, she begins to pepper soft kisses on my skin. The physical contact sparks a wave of pleasure to sweep through me, while the heat emanating from her mouth leaves me slightly breathless, causing me to experience goosebumps in that region.
"Yeah, for real!", the brunette, who invited me, agrees while refilling Marcus's glass for him. "I mean, compared to your friend over there?", she shudders at her own thought while making her next statement, "He looks quite intimidating, and as if he would slaughter us all, if given the opportunity."
"Huh?", my attention is turned away from the female, who had been kissing my neck, after the brown-haired woman urges me to return my gaze towards our friends. When my vision makes contact with Logan's piercing leaden-blue eyes, I feel a hitch in my breaths. He is staring straight at me, and although his expression is unclear, due to the insufficient illumination in the area, I can tell he is pissed. About what, though?
"Oh, that's just Logan.", Marcus answers, earning our attention, and adds a chuckle, while shaking his head. "He's always so uptight. Don't get him wrong, he is simply incapable of smiling." His explanation garners laughter from the female group but not from me. I feel irritated instead at his overt attempt to impress, while he bad-mouths a friend of ours.
"Would you not consider that as quite a mean thing to say about him, Marc?", I can't help but reprimand him.
The blonde tilts his head and blinks, "I was merely stating the truth. I mean, you're his partner, Collen. You tell me, has he ever displayed a smile?"
My eyes widen at his question. Has Logan Cross ever smiled? Yes, he has. Yes, he is capable of smiling and even teasing. He has done it all, when with me, during our private interactions. Has no one else witnessed that soft and lively side of him but me?
The realization that Logan remains unable to display the full extent of his personality, and therefore cannot engage in a full and free-flowing interaction with any individual, excluding myself, forms a thick lump forms in my throat which I attempt to push down with the dark-brown fluid in my glass.
"See? The answer is clear.", Marc chuckles as he takes my silence for my defeat and the brunette leans on his frame, rubbing his arm suggestively. Despite his surprise at the brazen display of affection, he does not shy away from the female's advances and proceeds to reciprocate her actions. She continues to lean in towards him and presses her lips against his. As they make out, I remain focused on the glass within my grip, which appears heavier than normal, while my gaze remains rooted on the container.
Is this why I fell for Logan? Because of his willingness to allow me access and entry into the fortified walls of his emotions and thoughts, that prevented others from seeing him in his truest and happiest form?
The more I permit myself to ponder about it, the more it consumes me. This is not what I came here to do. I came here with the desire to put this stupid one-sided love in the past! As if taking note of the distress that seems to be written on my face, the dirty-blonde female touches my cheek and brushes her thumb on my lips, which leads me to gaze at her with renewed interest. Then she draws closer and I find myself giving in, although quite uncertain if this is what I really want.
