Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 9

The rest of the evening after our highly enlightening little, chat went on pretty well. We just hung out, no awkward silences or hurtful words. We were playful, and it was nice. We had dinner, Logan cooked. It was all coming together, the pieces making their way to connect.

Logan had insisted on sleeping on the couch, but I knew it was just to prove a point that he didn't necessarily want me for sex, that he actually wanted to make this marriage work. But I pleaded and pouted, and soon enough, there we were cuddled up in bed like an old married couple. Literally. It was bizarre, how quickly he became normal. How quickly we became normal. But it did, it worked effortlessly, like we were made for each other. I'm so cheesy.

We slept like that, together, until I heard my alarm go off at 6 in the morning. I groaned, struggling to remove his limbs from their stance they took over my body.

"Go back to sleep " he mutters, tightening his grip and pulling me closer.

"We have school!" I whisper yell, pushing him off of me until I'm finally able to stand up.

He groans again, and takes a pillow from the other side of the bed and covers his head with it, blocking out the noise. And also blocking my view of his beautiful face.

I laugh at him before grabbing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from my bag, along with some clean panties and a bra. I take my things in a bundle before walking into the bathroom. I shower quickly, and reemerge to get changed. I then brush my teeth, my hair, leaving it in its slightly unruly curly form. I put on just some simple eyeliner and mascara.

I silently bless my gene pool for giving me such nice skin, before leaving the bathroom.

As I do, I see Logan is still asleep. Checking my phone I realize it's almost 7 and we need to leave here at 7:30 if we want to make it to school on time.

"Logan" I say, not bothering to whisper. I climb into bed next to him, hearing his breathing and deeming that he is in fact still asleep.

I shove his shoulder a bit roughly, trying to wake him from this sleep coma.

"Logan!" I actually yell, and he stirs. Oh boy, this had better not be one of his "things". I can't deal with this every morning.

Knowing full well it's my last resort, I lean down over him and remove the pillow from his face. Seeing his beautiful facial features, and the light stubble that's begun to grow over his jawline is enough to make me crawl into bed with him for the rest of eternity.

I lean over, brushing my lips against his softly. He stirs more in his sleep , his lips parting in the process. Ugh, this is ridiculous. I lean down, passionately pressing my lips against his and almost immediately I feel him respond.

His lips moving in sync against mine, and his hands moving to cup the back of my neck in a feeble attempt to gain some control.

I pull away, and he opens one eye groaning.

"You gotta get up." I pat his head and hop off the bed.

He dramatically shuts his eyes again and fake snores. In a sleepy voice he says, "I'm sleeping. Come wake me up again." He smiles through his fake sleeping and so do I.

"Come on Sleepyhead, we gotta leave in half an hour." He lifts himself up, the blankets falling from his upper body.

It leaves his chest and torso completely bare, naked besides the gym shorts he wore to bed. It must be the combination of his bed head, the tired look on his face, the playfulness in his eyes, and the downright sexiness that his raspy voice holds, but my hormones are through the roof.