Who knew that 12 hours could impact my life so much? One short night, and my life is changed forever. However, I would never redo it. Not for the world.

Two months ago:

"That was a great concert!" I tell Logan Henderson at the backstage meet and greet. He nods glumly.

"Sure, I guess so," he sighs.

"What's wrong?"

"My girlfriend, Camille, cheated on me with another guy," he sniffs, looking close to tears. I awkwardly pat his hand.

"There, there. It's okay. Any girl would be lucky to have you," I console him.

"That's so sweet, Brianne," he glances into my eyes. I momentarily get lost in the deep chocolate color, before managing to tear myself away. I start to walk away, but Logan stops me. "Bri? Would you mind giving me your number? You seem really sweet, and I'd like to get to know you better." I take the phone he offers me and enter my number. I offer mine to him, and he does the same.

"Thanks. I hope I'll see you around," Logan sighs wistfully. I sigh as well.

"I wish we didn't have to leave each other just yet," I say. James, Kendall, and Carlos come over.

"Hey guys! Are you dating?" Carlos blurts. I blush.

"Hahaha I'm not sure," I laugh. I look to Logan for an answer.

"Nah, we're just friends. For now," he winks at me. I blush again.

"You're starting to look like me!" James exclaims. For a moment, I forget that he has rosacea.

"Oh yeah. Hahaha I see what you did there," I smile. Everyone laughs.

"You found yourself a keeper, Logan!" Kendall says.

"Hey, do you want to come home with us? We have a mini party to celebrate a successful concert," Logan offers. I jump on the invitation.

"I'd love to!" I laugh.

"Let's go!" Carlos shouts, always the hyper one. We all head to the Big Time Rush Mobile. Inside is very plush, incredibly comfortable. I sink back into the fluffy cushion next to Logan.

"Our hotel is a only a few miles from here. We'll get there soon," James tells us.

"That is, if your driving doesn't get us all arrested!" Logan laughs. I snuggle against Logan, starting to feel drowsy. "How old are you?" Logan asks.

"I'm 25," I answer, snuggling closer.

"What do you do?"

"I'm a veterinarian. I have my own successful practice and everything," I murmur against his sculpted chest.

"I love animals!" Logan exclaims.

"Haha me too. That's why I went into that profession," I explain.

"I think we are going to get along well," Logan murmurs into my hair. I silently agree.

"We're here!" Kendall yells happily. I wonder why he is so excited. James parks the car, and we all head into the hotel.

"Okay, we are on the top floor in the suites," Logan tells me.

"Sweet," I smile. Logan laughs.

"Haha, I see what you did there," he replies, playfully wagging a finger in my face. I smile, bathing in his affection. We all cram into the elevator and hit the button for the top floor. The elevator shoots upwards, then slows to a stop. The doors open, and we all exit quickly. Logan leads me down the hallway to the last door on the end.

"Is this us?" I query.

"It sure is. I'm going to put my stuff down, then we are going to meet up with the rest of the guys in James' suite. Sound good?"

"You bet it does!" I grin. Logan unlocks his room door, and we both enter. The suite is huge. There's an enormous king size bed that dominates the center of the room. On either side, there are nightstands with a bedside lamp. The carpet is thick and soft, and the walls are a light golden color. There is a large flat screen TV at the foot of the bed. There are two more doors in the room. The first leads to the bathroom.

There is a huge claw foot tub, a luxurious shower, and plenty of counter space. A large, ornate, mirror hangs between the dual sinks. Fluffy white towels are piled high on the counters. The other door leads to a mini kitchen, complete with a mini fridge, a stove, a microwave, and a large table. Logan interrupts my explorations. "Ready to go?" he asks tenderly.

"Yes. Let's go," I exclaim. We exit the suite and head down the hall. James' suite is in the middle of the hallway. Kendall and Carlos are heading out of their apartment. Logan knocks on James' door. James answers quickly. He is dressed in a purple velvet suit, and he was wearing a large, purple, velvet top-hat.

"It's the Hollywood Super Party Kings of Hollywood!" he shouts happily. I turn to see Carlos dressed in a similar fashion. We all enter James' suite. It is decorate into a similar fashion to Logan's. Inside, there are bottles of beer waiting on the table. "Time for our after concert tradition!" Kendall yells. I shoot Logan a questioning look.

"Oh, it's silly. We drink as much beer as we can. The person that can drink the most wins the title of Hollywood Super Party King of Hollywood. James and Carlos tied last time," he explains. I nod in understanding, although I don't understand the attraction. Boys will be boys, I guess. I grab a beer and join the party. James turns on the radio, and we all dance around, careful not to slosh beer anywhere. After about a half hour of chugging beers, everyone is staggering around drunkenly, including me. I've only had two beers, but I also haven't eaten anything since breakfast. I'm petite, which doesn't help matters any. Logan staggers over to me. "How 'bout we head back to my suite? I'm totally drunk," he slurs. I agree, and we both help each other to our feet.

"We are leaving now. See you guys tomorrow," I yell over my shoulder as we stagger out. We make the short trip down the hallway and then fumble with the room key. At last, the door opens, and we head inside. I drop my clothes on the floor, then crawl into bed in my bra and underwear. Logan strips, then climbs into his bed with only his boxers on. I turn on my side and shut my eyes. Logan scoots next to me so that he is cradled around my body. I can tell that he is aroused.

"What do ya say? Ready for this?" he whispers in my ear. I shudder, his words barely penetrating the alcohol induced fog that blankets my brain. "I'll take that as a yes." Logan climbs on top of me, then slowly starts to remove my bra and panties. I almost try to stop him, but decide that it isn't worth trying to form the words. He removes his boxers and collapses on top of me.

I feel him enter my body, then cry out in pain as he reaches a barrier. He stops, then gently thrusts in again. I feel something break, and I stifle a sob. He slows, then slowly picks up the tempo, until he is pounding into me. A strange, tingling sensation starts building down below, and I find myself striving to meet an unknown goal. Logan forces himself to go faster, and I feel the sensation reaching a peak. The wave of sensation crests, and a feeling of ecstasy rushes over my body. My entire body shakes with the feeling, and I hear Logan grunting. Suddenly, he stops thrusting, then collapses on top of me. "That was amazing!" he breathes. I silently agree, and he rolls off of me. I pull up my underwear, but leave my bra off. Shortly after, drowsiness overcomes me, and I fall asleep.