A Lost Attraction

Drew was standing near the porch, as Logan’s car finally drove off. His eyes were locked on me. Is he kidding me?

“We’re planning to have fun tonight. Before we go to the lake.” Lily answered because it was evident that I wouldn’t say a word to Drew. Not after, he slid his tongue down to his girlfriend’s throat right in front of me. I had been fed up with him and his attitude.

“We can wait for Logan. We could go somewhere together,” Drew suggested.

“I don’t think so. I don’t want my brother to follow my every move.”

“Then what if I go with you? I know the perfect place…”

“No, thank you.” I didn’t let him finish. I was starting to boil with anger inside.

“Why?” He fixed his gaze on me.

“Because I don’t want to spend my last evening in this town in your company.”

We stared at each other. I was beyond pissed. I wanted him to leave me alone. I needed to cool off if I wanted to have any chance at enjoying my time at the lake house. I was doubtful that would even be possible now.

Drew climbed the stairs up the porch and stood before me. Lily was silent. Poor girl, she didn’t know what to say.

“Lil, can you leave us alone?” he asked Lily without turning his head in her direction. His eyes were glued to me.

“Erm…” Lily wasn’t sure what to do. Just then, Mrs. Jones called her from inside the house. She squeezed my hand with an apologetic look on her face and went inside.

“Come with me,” he gestured to his car. Yeah, like I would be stupid enough to sit alone with him in his car.

“No.”

“I will drag you there, Becca. I don’t care.”

“Wow, Drew… you sure know how to speak to a girl. I'll tell you something. You can talk like that with your girlfriend, but not with me. Bye!”

I turned around and walked into the house. I was freaking out. This standoff with him turned me on. Fucking asshole! I hated him for the feelings he gave me. I rushed to my room and slammed the door behind me. I needed a cold shower.

An hour later, I went downstairs. I was wearing my boho-style tunic dress; it was loose and casual, nothing fancy, but I liked it. There was no way that I would get to go somewhere with Lily. Her parents wanted to spend time with their children and their guests before we all left tomorrow.

Kate returned and packed her bag. Well, she did that with my help, but okay.

I helped Mrs. Jones in the kitchen. Soon, Logan was back from his trip. His shoulders were slumped, and he had a frown on his face.

He was silent most of the dinner, only answering his mother’s questions. After dinner, he sat with us for some time until Drew called him.

After the phone call, Logan announced to us that we would leave just after lunch tomorrow. With that, he apologized to his parents and went to his room.

And again, there was my stupid urge to follow him.

I stayed with the girls and Mrs. Jones for two hours. We drank wine and talked. Lily’s mother was a funny woman with a dominant personality. It was a pleasure speaking with her.

I was feeling lightheaded when we called it a night. It was already midnight. We said goodnight to each other, and all of us went to our rooms.

I had barely walked into my room when thoughts began swirling in my head. I remembered Drew with Phoebe in his arms, then Logan with a sad look on his face.

Before I thought about what I was doing, I was already standing outside Logan’s room.

A dim light could be seen from under the door. I hesitated. I wasn’t sure that it was a good idea for me to be there. Hell, it wasn’t wise. But I placed my hand on the doorknob and opened his door.

Logan was sitting on his bed, his bare legs extended with a laptop on his lap. I walked into the room and closed the door behind me.

He looked up from his laptop screen at me, then gestured with his hand for me to sit on his bed.

“Well, I would have said that you could come in, but as you’re already in my room, then you may sit.”

“I am sorry for barging in... especially at this time.” My eyes roamed over his broad shoulders and naked chest.

He was wearing only shorts, so it was quite a view. A familiar feeling arose in me, but I wasn’t going to let it overwhelm me. He had gone back to looking at his screen.

“I honestly thought that you would be asleep…” I said.

“And still, you came…” He smiled, glancing up from the screen at me. I walked closer to his bed, climbing on it from the other side. I sat near Logan, leaning my back on the headboard and looking at his laptop. He was watching a soccer game.

“Which league is it?”

“Premier League.” I could tell that Logan was surprised by my question. My dad loved soccer, so I often watched games with him. He was a fan of La Liga and an especially big fan of the Real Madrid team, but he also watched English teams play.

“Oh? Wait? Is it Liverpool playing? Oh God, I love Klopp! He’s a marvelous coach!”

“You weren’t at our games and showed no interest in our college team, but you know the coach of Liverpool…” Logan turned his head and looked at me.

He was curious now. I, on the other hand, tried hard to concentrate on the game. After the wine and with his body heat, it was challenging to do. I shrugged my shoulders.

“What can I say? My dad loves soccer, and I watched it with him for a long time. Besides, Jurgen Klopp is just so adorable and so talented. What he is doing with Liverpool now, and what he did before with Borussia Dortmund, deserves respect, you know.”

“Damn! You’re the first girl with whom I could talk about soccer. You’re full of surprises, Rebecca.”

“I try.” I smiled at him.

“Who is your favorite soccer player?” Logan wasn’t looking at the screen anymore, only at me.

I stared at him. It was an easy question, why was I reacting like that? It was beyond me. Why did I need to come here? Why did I sit so close to him?

If only he wasn’t looking at me like that, we could have spoken for hours about soccer and other stuff, but he concentrated on me. Too much. I started mumbling.

“Ugh... I... It’s...”

“Becca, what is it?” He leaned closer to me, and now his face was inches away from mine. His laptop slid to the side.

“Umm... I guess it’s the wine. Your mother treated us with a very delicious drink, and I... I guess it was a little too strong, or I drank too much.”

I needed to go back to my room. He was too intimidating for me in this state. I thought I could do this, resist this attraction to him, but I was wrong. I tried to stand up from his bed. His hand caught my forearm.

“Stay, Becca…”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Logan. Really.”

“Do you think I don’t know what made you come here?”

I raised my eyebrow at him. I wasn’t even sure myself why I was in his room.

“It’s Drew. Isn’t it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I saw your face when you saw him kissing Phoebe. You were hurt. You wanted to forget about him, and you came to me.”

My jaw clenched. My mind returned again to the image of Drew and Phoebe kissing. I started to feel irritated. I wasn’t drunk, but I wasn’t sober either. I struggled to cool myself off.

Logan’s presence near me and his hand on my arm was not doing anything good to me.

“You know, the asshole wanted to talk to me as soon as your car drove off. Like I was going to listen to his bullshit! Nah... I’d had enough of him. This time for sure... I don’t know how much you heard that day, but... he said that I was the most beautiful girl in his life and...”

“Fuck, and now he was kissing his fucking girlfriend right before my eyes. He could easily go and be with any other girl he wants. I don’t care!”

“Then, why are you crying?” Logan’s voice softened. He pulled me to him and wrapped his hands around my waist. I was crying, but I didn’t even know it.

“I... I don’t know. Logan, I am perplexed. I have some feelings for you. I don’t understand them, but at least I am trying to be okay with them. At the same time, I like Drew. A lot. I thought he liked me, and I was hoping after our conversation with him that he would break up with Phoebe.

“But I guess... I guess, when we’re talking about Drew Milton, there is no place for the word ~hope~. I feel like an idiot!” I was calming down, pouring my heart out to Logan. His hands were running up and down my back. I hid my face in the hollow of his neck. He was so warm.

“He’s an idiot, Rebecca, not you... I told you already this morning, Drew likes you. The truth is, I was surprised that he decided to date Phoebe in the first place. He wasn’t interested in relationships at all, and especially not with her.

“He even thought that she was annoying and clingy, and then out of nowhere he had a complete change of attitude. I don’t know why he’s still with Phoebe. He barely talked with her while we were there with them.

“He was so drunk that night at his house, totally wasted. He told her something, which made her very upset. She slept in the other room, and I think she cried… But that kiss in front of you, it was a stupid thing to do and cruel.”

“That doesn’t help, Logan… I don’t want to feel this pain again. I tried to forget about him. After I found out that he started to date Phoebe, I slept with a very nice guy from my hometown when I was there.

“We still continue to talk, but…but he’s not Drew. It’s frustrating, you know.” I looked up, and our eyes locked. I’d forgotten how closely we were positioned.

“Rebecca…shit, I can’t do this anymore.”

I didn’t have time to answer, as his lips crashed on mine. He kissed me with so much fire, but at the same time, his lips were so soft. His scent overwhelmed me.

I instantly opened my mouth for him, welcoming his tongue with mine. My hands snuck to his neck and wrapped around it. My mind went blank. Only the feelings that this man was giving me mattered.

And it was insane.