CHAPTER 1
"That's the Ronnie I know. Breaking and entering is a felony, you know." Logan smirked at Veronica's back as she jumped, obviously startled. "Oh, sorry to scare you. What was I thinking? Who walks into their own room without knocking?"
Veronica turned quickly from Logan's dresser and tried her best not to look guilty. She had watched him leave 10 minutes before and hadn't been expecting him for at least another couple of hours.
"Sorry Logan, I didn't think you would be here." She said, nervously pushing her hair behind her ear.
"That is more than obvious Ronnie. I really doubt that you wanted to stop playing your little game of phone tag" the smirk slipped from his face. "I think that it's your turn to leave a message on my phone. I made one only a few hours..." He stopped suddenly and glared at her. "That's why you're here isn't it? You got my message and knew I would be with Duncan" it wasn't a question.
"Logan…"she started, in a seductive tone.
"No! Don't Logan me. Don't give me that look, and expect me to forget everything just to kiss you!" He raked a hand through his hair and laughed ruefully. "It works too well" he muttered.
Veronica walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. After briefly trying to stop her, Logan sighed and buried his face in her hair. His arms nestled around her waist as she cuddled closer. He could already feel his anger fading away and made an attempt to keep it.
"You can't do this to me anymore Mars" he said trying and failing to unwrap her arms from his neck. "If all I wanted was a fuck buddy, then I would find someone whose father doesn't carry a gun".
She winced when he referred to her as Mars. He only called her that when he was really angry. Snuggling closer despite his stiffness she lightly bit on his earlobe. He gasped and clutched her hips. It had been more than a week since he has touched her.
"Don't worry Logan" she said jokingly. "I still respect you".
His laugh got past his lips before he knew it. She could always get around him. It would be the jabs or the touches, but either way, she always got him. Suddenly it didn't really matter that she had been avoiding him. All that mattered is that she was with him now.
"In case you were curious," he said as he walked her backwards to his bed. "Duncan had to cancel. So we have the afternoon completely to ourselves". Her knees hit the bed and she fell back with him following her down. Her laughter was like music to him.
He didn't remember falling asleep, but he would never have let her leave if he would have been awake. He rolled over and threw his arm over his eyes. What was she looking for? At that thought he bounced to his feet and went over to his dresser where she had been standing when he had caught her earlier. It looked like it always did. Messy. He swore in frustration. He knew that the only way he would find out what she was up to, was if she told him herself.