Trying Little Things

Chapter 9

I felt a warm body touching me. I snuggled closer to it. Wait, why is there someone in my fucking room? I pushed whoever was in my bed really hard. I was hoping they would fall on the floor but they were too heavy.

"Hey what's wrong?" Logan rubbed his eyes as he sat up.

"What are you doing here?"

"You begged me to stay last night. I know, maybe I shouldn't have actually slept with you, but you made me tell you stories and after a while, I fell asleep."

"What time is it?"

He checked the clock behind me. "It's eight."

"Get the hell out!"

"What?"

"I swear you better not have touched me," I said as I crossed my arms.

"God no, I would fucking never. I only did what you asked. If I would have known you would be a bitch before your coffee I wouldn't have stayed."

I laughed at his very true statement. I was a bitch before my coffee. There isn't a reason to be mad at him. He didn't know I didn't want him here.

"That's funny huh? So you know how ridiculous you sound now?" I laid my head on his lap. He ran his fingers through my hair and whispered, "Should I make you a coffee?"

I smiled as I said, "That sounds nice."

"Ok, I have an amazing coffee recipe that's only missing your opinion."

"I have very high expectations."

"I'm sure I'll exceed them."

I grabbed my diary and wrote down the things I remembered from last night. Most of my memories were of Preston and the girl he had on his arm. I wanted to hang out with him the whole night but he came with her then I turned to Logan.... my second choice. Was I wrong for that? I know I should stop leaning on him like I did last night or else he might think I want him. I mean I do want him, who wouldn't but it's something about Preston I like and want to explore more with. 

Logan was perfect, too perfect for me, and Preston wasn't good enough for me, I know that. If anything I want to work on myself to be better for Logan but how could I ever say no to Preston, I really think I'm incapable. He makes me so weak and I feel sexy with him.

I felt eyes on me so I looked up. My eyes locked onto his. His dark brown hair was messy and he didn't have a shirt on. God that man'sz abs were unbelievable. Preston's abs were a poor imitation if anything compared to his. His underwear showed his dick print which made my mouth water.

"Keep looking at it like that and I might have to put you up against the wall."

I bit my lip then got up and skipped to him. "My coffee?"

"Your coffee."

I took it from him smiling. I drunk some of it and honestly, it was one of the best coffees I've had. It was smooth but that was because of the espresso I used. There was a hint of cinnamon and something else I didn't know, maybe nutmeg? It was something that I would love to drink in the fall. It was delicious but I didn't want him to know I really liked it or else this might become regular.

"It's ok."

"Oh fuck that. I see you love my shit."

I laughed out loud. How the hell did he know that? "How do you know I like it?"

"You smack three times after drinking something. That means you like it. If you do it once you don't like it. Twice  means it's ok."

"Where the hell did you learn all that?"