Nothing Resolved

BECCA

I returned to the house forty minutes later. I can’t say that I figured something out, but at least I talked with Jenny.

She was still with her family and was planning to return home to Chase today in the evening. I hadn’t said a word about what almost happened between Logan and me. It was better this way.

I spent some time with Alicia, Matthew, and Lily. I was surprised that they weren’t going with us to John’s family's house, but it didn’t look like they had a troubled relationship.

It was all because of planning and things that needed to be controlled. Almost at 5:30, I went to my room, put my clothes in my suitcase, and went outside to my car. Only then did I realize that I still didn’t have my keys. Shit! So much for avoiding Logan.

“Can I come in?” I knocked on the door to his room and heard only silence. I pursed my lips, trying to figure out what to do. Just then, the door opened, and Logan stared at me. “Umm… I wanted to take back my keys… You forgot to give them to me…”

He was still silent. Was he going to treat me like that? Why was he like that? He was wrong. Completely! Why was he acting like the guilt was on me? Motherfucker!

“Okay. I will wait outside. I am sure you will give them back to me. Because you don’t want me to create a scene.” I hissed at him, talking through my clenched teeth.

The next thing happened so fast I almost lost my balance. Logan’s hand landed on my wrist, and he pulled me inside his room, closing the door behind my back with his free hand. A few seconds... A few seconds, we were just staring at each other.

Then he stepped closer, invading my personal space with his impressive body. He placed his palms on my cheeks and just kissed me.

Okay, I admit. Often, in the past, I compared my boyfriends, men I flirted with, to Logan and Drew. Neither had a chance against these two. It was so obvious. The best sex in my life was with Drew and with Logan. The best kisses. The best orgasms. Everything.

Drew and I together were perfect, really. But even with him, I didn’t have this understanding that I have with Logan. Maybe that’s why all of my relationships didn’t stand a chance. I was still hanging onto my memories from college.

Now I am losing my mind from the way Logan is kissing me. His palms slide to my throat, fingers hiding in my hair, without moving from there and just keeping me near him. I open my mouth to him and welcome his tongue with mine from the very first second.

Now they are playing with each other, teasing and caressing. This kiss is passionate and so undeniably hot that I start to feel desire building inside me. Shit! I don’t want to sit in my car while my panties are soaking wet!

I stumble back, trying to stop the kiss. But Logan just follows me, and now I am pressed with my back to the door. He is so close to me now, so I feel his body heat, and it is arousing me even more.

I slid my hands under his t-shirt, feeling his toned abs. I realized that my mind was blank now. All that I wanted was this man and his incredible body, his inviting mouth, which was devouring me with increasing passion.

Coming back to reality was like a bomb explosion—sudden and abrupt. We heard a knock on Logan’s door, then his mother’s voice followed.

Logan took his lips from mine, but didn't step back. He pressed his forehead to mine and breathed in and out to calm down a little. I knew perfectly well that he was aroused, just like I was. I felt how hard he was under his jeans. What was it today with all these interruptions?!

“Logan, can I come in? I wanted to have a few words with you before you leave.”

“What should I do?” I whispered to him, weighing my options. Maybe I should hide somewhere?

“Nothing.”

Logan stepped back, pulling me to follow him. He positioned me in front of him. Another confirmation of how hard he was. He wanted to hide it from his mom. I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea for her to know about me. “Yeah, come in.”

When Alicia opened the door, her eyes instantly fell on my face. She narrowed her eyes at me. I guess she thought she had been pretty straightforward by telling me and Lily that I was perfect for Drew.

The second time in one day she was hinting that I wasn’t right for her son. Even if this time she was showing it just by her facial expression.

“Rebecca? I didn’t expect to see you here. In my son’s room.”

Logan took a step back to sit on the bed. Phew, now I can move too. I shifted a little, and now I was closer to the door.

“What’s going on between you two?”

“Nothing,” I answered quickly. “I forgot to take back my car keys from Logan.”

“Your keys?”

“Yes, Logan let me drive his car while he took mine.”

“You let her drive your car?!”

“It was more reasonable. He…” I tried to explain everything to her, but it was no use.

“Says who?” Okay, I didn’t expect such a reaction from Logan’s mom. She always was kind to me, while now it looked like she was barely holding herself back.

“Mom, leave Becca alone. She was right when she told me that I shouldn’t drive my car in my state.”

“Why did you need to go after your car in the first place?! I told you that your father might do it for you!”

She ignored me as if I wasn't in the room anymore. Fine, I will go downstairs and let her have this talk with him without my presence.

Alicia’s behavior was like a cold shower, and I didn't feel the arousal that I had only minutes ago. Now it was replaced with frustration. Why was she so hostile toward me?

I walked to the door and was outside when I heard Logan’s voice. He called out to me. I turned around and met his gaze, while his mom stood with her back turned to me.

“Rebecca, can I drive with you?” I raised my eyebrow at him. He was still sitting on the bed, with his hands on his lap. He was adorable, trying to hide his hard cock. I bit my lower lip, hiding my growing smile. “You know, my car is too powerful, you said it yourself, and it’s more noticeable…”

“I will wait for you downstairs,” I answered and saw the mischievous glint in his eyes. Damn, what was I dragging myself into?

When I walked out of the house, Lily and John were there. John was talking on the phone while Lily was staring off into the distance. She seemed thoughtful and nervous. I realized this as I saw her foot tapping on the porch.

I wondered, what was the reason for this state? How bad were John’s parents? I came closer and placed my hand on her shoulder, pressing her to me and kissing her temple. She leaned on me. Yeah, my friend was a nervous wreck.

“How are you? Really. No fooling around,” I whispered to Lil. She sighed.

“John’s mom just called. She doesn’t like flowers. One day before the wedding, a few hours before the final rehearsal and family dinner at their place…”

“Is this woman insane or what?”

“John was talking to her for almost 20 minutes. He supports me because we discuss every detail with each other. And, Becca, honestly, I never pushed him to choose something he didn’t like. The same goes for me. And now? I don’t get it…”

“Relax, hon. You can’t do anything right now. Let your future husband figure this out. He needs to show his mother that he now has another woman in his life, and she matters to him.”

“Most of the time, she’s nice to me, but sometimes… I feel horrible in her presence because I never know beforehand how she will be acting with me.”

“I know this feeling. Trust me. But seriously, put a smile on. Soon enough, we will be rehearsing your big day, and a fancy dinner awaits us. There will be all the people who are close to you and will be ready to cheer you up.” I winked at her. Just then, John ended the call and walked over to us.

“Lil, everything is fine. I told Mom that it was our decision and that we both like these flowers. In the end, she even agreed to it.” He was proud of himself. He stood up to his mother. Will Logan be able to stand up to his?

“Then, are we ready to leave?” Lily was genuinely happy to see that John stayed on her side. “Wait, where is Logan?”

“Your mom wanted to talk to him about something,” I said and stepped aside from Lily. The front door opened, and Logan walked outside. He looked at all of us and raised his eyebrow in question.

“Why are you still here?”

“We were waiting just for you, buddy. Are you going with your Lambo?” John went to his car, and Lily followed him. Logan and I glanced at each other.

“No. I will drive with Rebecca.”

To say that Lily and John were surprised is an understatement. They both stopped and stared at us, standing near the open doors of the car. There was a moment of silence. I should have felt uncomfortable, but I was honestly ready to laugh. Their reaction was too adorable.

“With Rebecca?” Lily found her voice first. I honestly wasn’t expecting anything different. John’s lips stretched into a big goofy smile. I guess he had heard a little bit about my relationship with the famous Logan Jones, and yesterday at the party, we piqued his curiosity.

“Yeah.” I took my bag and went to the car. Logan took the keys and opened it. We both placed our bags into the trunk. He offered me the keys, and I took them.

“Okay. Logan, do you remember the address? Will you give directions to Becca?” John slid inside, while Lily was the one who still wasn’t moving.

“Of course!” We both opened the door, climbing inside. I started the engine, and we almost instantly rolled down the windows. “Sis, what time do we need to be there? Does the rehearsal start at 7 pm?”

“At 7:30. And Logan, I expect to see you there at 7. Rebecca, it concerns you too.” She was so serious right now. I pursed my lips. What was it with her and her mother? But then, Lily grinned at us. “I am happy to see that you’re ready to drive in one car. It’s a noticeable improvement.”

With that, she finally sat inside the car and closed the door. John was smiling like an idiot, looking at Logan and me in my vehicle. They were unbelievable! I shook my head and drove off.

“Rebecca, firstly, I want you to know that I am sorry about what you saw yesterday... I was drunk as shit... It’s not an excuse, I know, but... I never even liked Riley…”

“Fine. But you were lucky that I hadn’t vomited everything... It was disgusting.”

“And I am sure that I am late on this one, but I am sorry about your necklace. It was the jerkiest move from my side.”

“Thank you.”

I glanced at Logan. He was observing my reaction just as I did to him. Was he sincere? Was he really regretting it?

“Can we make some detours? The drive to John’s parents will take 10 minutes from the place I had in mind.”

“Why?” I narrowed my eyes at him, trying not to lose sight of John’s car in front of mine.

“Because I think we need to talk.”

“Talk?”

“Rebecca, believe me, after you answered my kiss... All I was thinking about was you and your perfect lips... But... We need to talk.”

“Okay. Where to?”

Logan smiled at me, and I turned my head away after smiling back. He was right. We needed to talk. To create some bonds or to restore our friendship. Or to explore what it would mean for us, that we were still attracted to each other. Both of us.