Love to Hate You.
tray lock of hair
n tonight
that feeling. The one you get when you're out with someone new, and you'r
. That little voice inside my head is scr
shoving the key into the
o each other's eyes. Have I mentioned that Logan has the dreamiest eyes? T
the first th
se
he's
with perfectly styled blond hair and an athletic build that's not overly muscular. I'm a
ne line betw
o do is jump the gun. This is only the third time we've hung out together, but so far, it
he seems to retu
were a betting woman, I'd say the odds were in my favor. After all, it's almost ten o'c
o we can get to know each other better. Since he lives at the Pi Kappa house, the idea of going
ince I only live a few blocks from campus, police patrol the area on a re
no tha
ets us. But I refrain, wanting to play it cool. Instead, I turn
re on the
le. Do you want something to drink?" I head to the kitchen which is separated from the
dorably, he shoves his hands into the pocke
ted to do a little happy dance in the kitchen but I'm afraid he'll
ally nice pla
st moved in a
private bathroom all to myself. The living room has a small dining room connected to it. While the kitchen is
led on the couch. He's tall. Probably around six feet. His legs are stretched out in fr
the coffee table. Then he relaxes on the couch and throws an arm across the top of the
ps to his lips. We've kissed a fe
ng him the green light to lea
t I hop
my cheek as the arm around my
e murmurs, gradually
an, there hasn't been much making out going o
he mood, so I'm not going to dwell on her. All my thoughts are on Logan
g room is flooded with bright light. Logan and I leap apart like guilty teenagers who've just been
t t
leaning against the wall with his arms crossed ove
dam
have know
. Or better known as th
ell is he
oah and holding court with his fan club. I overhear
eavesd
e, as
humph out an irritated breath for all the good it did m
any clothes. How did I miss that? He casually rests against the wall in a
h
h
e
ne needs to shoot me and put me out of
la