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You have the biggest crush on Logan - Part 3

Logan was utterly obsessed with you, he wanted you in every way. But his willingness to tell you was mute, he wanted you to be his but he didn't want to do the work. He knew about his feelings, never able to explain them but when the two of you finally had sex it changed. He saw you in the most intimate way and he could never stop thinking about the way you felt. He memorized every moment, never knowing when you were going to get sick of him and stop seeing him. Logan would take anything he could to be close to you.

He was going to ask to be your boyfriend. He didn't have to figure out his feelings to know he wanted to be with you. That he wanted you to be his and only his.

He knew you loved when he was territorial over you, the two of you had gone to the beach together, and you'd had worn the prettiest little bikini, the skin of your love handles out as the thin band of your bottoms reached over your hips. Your breasts on display for him, pushed up by the bra and all he wanted to see was the skin peeking out from the tops. Logan wanted to put his hands all over you, something he did once he was in the water with you. But you wouldn't let him kiss you and though you did hang off of him in the water.

When you back up to the beach, the two of you eating lunch, that's when he brought it up. "Y/n/n." He murmured, as you looked up at him your eyes wide as you were focusing on your sandwich. Logan smiled over at you, reaching out to wipe mayo from the side of your lip. Your hand came up to lightly swat at his own, but he brought his finger to his mouth and licked the condiment off his skin. A flush came over your chest and you prayed that he couldn't see it spreading on your skin. His hand reached back out to your face, his finger running over your lips. "I want you to be mine."

You flinched at his words, making him blink twice as confusion came over his face. You fought back tears, a heaviness felt in your nose as you moved away from him. "No."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to talk about this."

"You never do."

"And you never want to open up to me!" You whispered-shouted. "How am I supposed to trust you if I know nothing about you? If you can't even tell me how you feel about me."

"I just-gimme a chance." Logan pleaded.

"You're not the guy that settles down, Logan. And I never thought that of you. But you're the guy who can't chose which girl he wants." You felt tears cloud your eyes as you looked up at the umbrella above you. "I can't do this. Can you take me home?"

"Y/n-."

"Logan, please, just stop." You tried, your voice wobbily as you felt your heartbreak, you didn't want to reject him. But you were scared that he wasn't going to hurt you again, or to the reality that you don't even know how he feels for you. He never says anything.

After that day, you avoided him like the plague, and he was trying to gather the courage to tell you how he feels. Just the other day there was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to tell you. Stop playing this push and pull game with you. He had been a week when he decided to fuck giving you space and showing up at your door.

When you came to the door in booty shorts and a tight tee, he knew that this was going to be difficult. It was so easy for the two of you to either have sex or push each other away. But Logan didn't want that anymore, so he refused to look down at the soft plush of your thighs. "What do -."

"You're gonna hear me out."

"Am I now?" You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Stop being so stubborn." Logan gruffed as he shoved past you walking over to your bed to sit at the edge. You close the door with a soft click before turning towards him. Your eyebrows furrowed as put your hands out on your hips. His eyes traced your body, getting caught up in you as he always did. His eyes met yours as he thought about you, how hurt you were by him getting distracted. Logan kept letting sex get in the way of him really having you.

"Gonna say something or just stare?"

"Uh, I'm sorry." Logan started, rushing himself but not knowing what to say, his biggest worry was saying the wrong thing and never getting you back. "For not being clear, for not saying anything back that night on porch. My-." He swallowed, blinking twice at you as he furrowed his eyebrows. "I've been a coward, hiding behind Jean and-hurting you is the last thing I want to do."

You felt your shoulders slack as your eyes met his emotional ones, there were no tears in his eyes but he was trying for you right now. Something that he so clearly struggled with, you tried not to find it endearing but of course you did. "You-"

You've always mesmerized me.

"I've always been so drawn to you, like-like a moth to a flame." His voice was deep, the sound thrumming down your spine at his serious words, you involuntary stepped closer to him. Logan's eyes moving from the ground to your eyes, his eyes reminded you of your field of grass at night the fireflies glowed. "I've just been too scared to tell you-."

"Tell me what?" You rasped, stepping towards him, your hands coming to his shoulders. Logan's hands were shaky as they moved to the back of your thighs, his warm hands pressing against the cold flesh, goosebumps rising in their wake. His breath deepened at the wild look in his eyes. He'd finally been serious with you and now you were looking at him like that. In a way that made something burn low in stomach, made his chest filled with excitement and love. His mind going a mile a minute of every single thing he had held back from you in the past. It was hard to trudge through them, especially now that you were touching him.

"That I want you to be my girl, my everything." Logan murmured, the low baritone of his voice, making your mouth dry. You shook your head as you took a step back, doubt taking over your hand. He immediately stood up, feeling you pull away from him. "I know I don't deserve it."

"Then why are you here? Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I still want you! I want you so badly that you consume me, Y/n." Logan retorted, breathless. "That I have to give this a proper chance with you."

"What If I don't want it?" You deadpanned, as Logan stepped closer to you, you scoffed turning around to walk towards the door. As Logan side-stepped you, blocking you off.

"I know you do, Sweetheart." Logan croaked, his eyes shooting daggers into you from the intensity of his stare.

"You piss me off, just walking in here and demanding-."

"Yeah baby, why don't you show me?"

"Oh fuck you."

"I bet you do." He taunted, as you grunted, your hands coming to grip at his shirt as you moved your body with full force to press him against the wall. Logan huffed out a growl through his nose as your hands moved up to his jaw, as your lips connected with his. Your lips were hungry against his, Logan's arms going around your waist and pulling you in.

"I hate how much I love you." You breathed out before smashing your lips back on his. This made Logan moan into your mouth, starting to push back against you as he started walking towards the bed.

"And I'm about to show you much I do."