A/N: I apologize if this chapter is so short. I've already written other chapters that are way longer than this one. Please let me know if you'd like me to continue posting this story.
She arched her back as he began leaving a trail of kisses on her neck. She loved the scent of his cologne, feeling him so close to her. She buried her hands in his blonde and soft hair as he continued his ministrations. His lips left her neck and without letting her time to protest, he attacked her mouth in a breathtaking kiss. While still kissing him, she began fumbling at the buttons of his shirt until she succeeded in her mission and proceeded in taking it off. She ran her hands down his back and when he started kissing her collarbone, she moaned his name.
"Logan".
That's when everything stopped.
He quickly looked up at her, all lust gone, waiting for an answer. What pissed him off even more, was the fact that it actually took her a moment to realize what was wrong. Her bright blue eyes were filled of guilt and regret for what she had just said. She opened her mouth to say something but he didn't leave her time to explain herself. In fact, he didn't want to hear any excuse.
"Save it."
His words came out harsh, but he didn't care. He wanted to hurt her just like she had hurt him by saying that damn name.
He rolled off of her and got off the bed. He searched for his black shirt on the bed and put it back on, his fingers shaking with rage as he desperately tried to button it up. She quietly observed his every movement from her sitting position on the bed, waiting for him to yell and scream at her. Instead, his reaction surprised her as he picked up his jacket and without looking at her, he headed for the front door.
"Jess, wait!"
She quickly got off the bed, stumbling in the process, giving up searching for her slippers in the darkness of the room. But it was too late. When she opened the door, she found nothing but the lonely corridor, lightened by dim lights.