Forever Logan by Elena Matthews (best fiction novels .txt) 📗

because you wore that last night, but he missed it, and your self-worth knows he doesn’t deserve to see it. That ship has sailed. Instead, you wear your least skimpy dress, one that doesn’t show much skin but it’s pretty. You probably told him your car was out of commission, so out of obligation, he has to pick you up. He picks you up, but instead of knocking on the door like a gentleman, he just honks his horn because he wants to avoid any interaction with your folks—which I think is shitty, considering your parents are fucking awesome. He takes you to another restaurant, but it isn’t as nice as the night before because it was a last-minute reservation, and, well, the nice places get booked up really quickly.

“You don’t care because you’re hungry, but when the food comes, you actually do care because it’s terrible. However, you eat it without complaint, but he sends his back because it’s cold. Unbeknownst to him, they just send the same food back out, which just had a minute in a microwave. He spends the night complaining about the food, about how tired he is, and he’s not once asked how your day was or if you’re enjoying the food. When the bill comes, he suggests you pay half, and he doesn’t even bother with a tip even though the waitress probably earns less than minimum wage. Although she didn’t cook the food, she’s had to deal with his bitching, which should warrant a decent tip. When you both leave, she really wishes she’d spit in his food.

“And when you think the night can be salvaged with hot, messy sex…he tells you he’s too tired and he needs to be up early. So, he drops you off at home, horny and pissed off. And as payback for such a shitty date, you masturbate, thinking about another guy, and you don’t feel an ounce of guilt once you come. Am I right?”

At first, she’s silent, as if taking in all the information. Then, she laughs. A roaring belly laugh. “Wow, you really did used to be a douche bag, didn’t you?”

“So, I was right?” I ask, knowing I am.

She nods, still laughing. “Unfortunately, yes. Except the masturbating bit, you perv! You watch too much porn.”

I shift myself closer to her until all I can feel is her warmth and smell her sweet scent. She gulps hard at the unexpected, near contact, and I watch as her eyes dilate. Her breath hitches as my fingers find a hole in her jeans, gently caressing her knee.

So soft.

“But you returned home horny and unsatisfied, didn’t you?” I whisper in her ear, causing a shiver to erupt down her body and her legs to open ever so slightly at my touch.

The sweetest humming sound escapes her lips, and it drives me insane. Her reaction to me is all the answer I need. I inch forward, causing my lips to touch her ear, and she shivers again at my mere contact.

I speak again, my voice low, “Just so you know, I would never leave you horny and unsatisfied after a date.”

She turns her head to me, and the surrounding restaurant suddenly disappears. All I can see, feel, and smell is Ally, and it’s addictive. She’s addictive, and she has been to me since the moment I locked eyes on her that Saturday morning all those months ago when Nate and I helped her and Remi move into their new place. I’ve never been so grateful for Nate dragging me out of bed at the ass crack of dawn. Best six a.m. wake-up call ever.

I don’t know how long we stay in this trance, and just when I think she might graze her lips along mine, we both jolt from our senses when Remi and Nate appear out of nowhere and climb into the opposite side of the booth.

“We’re so sorry we’re late. We just…got caught up.” Remi giggles, gazing up at her fiancé, my brother, like some love-struck teenager. Talk about the honeymoon period.

I glance at Ally out of the corner of my eye and see she’s shifted away from me at least a couple of inches up the bench, but I don’t miss the way her breath is still a little ragged even though she tries to disguise it by shoving a chip in her mouth.

“So you should be. You know Logan and I can’t be in the same room for longer than five minutes without wanting to kill each other.”

Nate just throws her a knowing smile as he places an arm around Remi’s shoulders. “Well, you didn’t look like you wanted to kill each other a second ago.” He winks.

“I could easily dislike you, too, you know,” she threatens, throwing him one hell of a dagger.

He doesn’t get to respond because the waitress returns, setting down a fresh cold beer in front of me and an awesome-looking margarita in front of Ally. Ally takes one look at it and wastes no time in bringing the straw to her mouth and sipping it back.

“Oh, your guests have finally arrived, huh?” she asks me with a questioning raise of her brow.

Then, her attention focuses on Nate and Remi. She seems to take a double glance at Nate, then me, and then back at Nate. I expect her to say some dumbass comment about how we’re twins, but thankfully, she doesn’t.

“Are you guys ready to order, or do you need a few minutes?”

They both order a drink, but I ask her to come back once they’ve had a look over the food menu. It’s relatively quiet as we ponder what we want, but I can’t help chancing a glance at Ally every few seconds.

She’s fucking pretty, and damn it if she didn’t almost kiss me. I swear, that almost-kiss was the best kiss I’ve ever had. But now, she’s pulled back into herself, distancing herself from me, as if she doesn’t feel that palpable energy between us. She does.