Zogan lovers, this chapter's for youuuuu :)

Zoey's POV

"So you get it now, right?" Logan asked with a serious expression on his face – as if he really and truly cared. It was amazing, really, the changes Logan had gone through. How mature he was now…

Wait. Am I really, seriously thinking this?!

Zoey shook her head, and Logan sighed, rolling his eyes, and starting over.

"No, no, Logan, I get it…I was thinking about something else."

Logan's eyebrows shot up.

"No, not…" Zoey threw another pillow at him.

Logan laughed, once again catching it. He stood up with it in his hand, "You know; I'm going to get sick of putting your pillows back."

"So, just throw them back at me. You don't have to waste energy…"

"Well, that chair is uncomfortable anyway…"

Zoey made a pouting lip, "Aw, poor baby…"

Logan let out a curt laugh, "Shut up, Brooks."

"Make me, Reese." She crossed her arms over her chest.

Logan scoffed, "Please, you wish I would."

"No, actually, I don't."

She wasn't sure why she felt a little pang in her heart as the words left her mouth. She hoped he wouldn't see her falter. But, when she caught his slight reaction, she thought she saw him falter.

That makes no sense.

After he gained his composure, which only took like two seconds, Logan's eyebrows shot up, "Oh, really?"

Zoey stood up on the other side of the bed, "Yes, really." And she crossed her arms over her chest again – raising one eyebrow.

Suddenly Logan had crossed the room – to her side of the bed.

And he was dangerously close.

"Then prove it."

Before she knew it, her senses were in overload. She could smell the mint of the gum that he chewed; she could smell the cologne he had put on. She could feel the body heat radiating off of him.

And she wondered if that was because his heart was beating as fast as hers was.

The next thing she knew, she could taste him.

He had closed the gap between their lips at her silence, and she felt him brush his fingertips of what was probably his right hand on her left jaw-line.

On pure adrenaline, she brought her hands up to cup his face, and his suddenly found her waist.

The next thing Zoey knew, the kiss was much deeper, there was a dent in the bed, and her back was against the headboard.

Then, Logan's mouth moved from hers to down her neck…

"Logan…Lo…uh…Logan, stop…" she was breathing heavily, and she wasn't sure he had heard her. She put her hands up onto his shoulders and eased him away from her.

"What…are…you…doing…" he asked her in between kissing her neck.

"Logan, slow down…we can't…not…here…"

He finally stopped and they looked at each other.

Zoey stifled a gasp when she saw the pupils of Logan's eyes.

They were huge, and filled with… lust?

She was afraid for a second that there was no turning back for him.

After all, his hands were still on her waist, pinning her to the headboard.

Then, just when she thought her chance to stop him had failed, he shook his head, got off the bed, and walked away from her. He was running a hand through his hair.

Zoey took a deep breath to calm her raging nerves, hormones, and the works, before saying, "Logan…are you alright?"

He sat back down on the computer chair, his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. Sitting up, he rubbed his face from the forehead down.

Looking up at her, he furrowed his brows, "What exactly do you mean by alright?"

She shrugged, "I dunno, it's just…when I looked into your eyes, it didn't seem like you were there. It felt like I was looking at another person altogether…"

Logan smirked, "That's called lust, Zoey…"

Zoey rolled her eyes, "Yes, I know that Logan, but…it was…"

"What?"

He was really starting to piss her off now.

"Nothing, just forget it." She threw her hands up in frustration and, getting off the bed, she started putting her books back into her book bag.

"No, tell me." Logan said, getting up and crossing the room again.

"No, Logan, just forget I said anything, okay?"

"No, not okay, did I scare you?"

Zoey scoffed, "Scare me? You? Only in my nightmares."

"Ah, so you dream about me."

Zoey's eyes went wide, "Yeah, and I usually end up in a hole, or falling into some bottomless pit towards the end."

"That's absurd." Logan scoffed.

"No, it's true."

"Alright, Zoey," he moved so that he was close to her again, "Tell me the truth. Did I scare you?"

She sighed, "Promise you won't make fun of me?"

He smiled, "I promise."

"No, you have to pinky promise…" she stuck her pinky up.

He looked at it, his eyebrows rising, "Really, Brooks?"

She laughed and shook her head, removing her pinky, "No, I just wanted to see if you'd do it. Okay, no, you didn't scare me, was it weird? Yes, it was weird…different…"

"Nothing like you've ever experienced before…" Logan added.

"Oh, please, don't go getting a big head. I've kissed other guys before. Way better than you as a matter-of-fact."

She gulped again at the look he gave her at that moment.

This one was almost…predatory.

Logan's P.O.V.

Something snapped.

Something inside of Logan had snapped.

As soon as the words had left her mouth, something snapped. He lost it.

She had kissed someone else – he knew that, but hearing it was worse than knowing it; but then she said it had been better than him kissing her?

That was it. All self-control was out the window.

Instinctively, his right hand wrapped around the back of her neck and he closed the gap between their lips again.

This time, he knew it was harder. This time, there was no 'going easy' – no 'Chase-like' kissing – as his old self would've called it.

It was stupid, he knew, but he couldn't help himself.

He was determined to be the best kisser she ever had.

And yet, he still had no idea where this desire was coming from.

As it turns out, he still wouldn't know because at that moment, the door flew open and in walked Michael and Chase.

"Logan!"

"Zoey!"

They sprang apart, but they weren't quick enough. Logan ran a hand through his hair and, after briefly looking at Zoey; he had to hide a smirk because she had invented a new shade of red.

He was pretty amazed that she managed to gain herself quick enough to say what she said next.

"What are you guys doing here?"

"Looking for Logan." Michael said and crossed his arms, "We felt bad that we had locked him out of his own room…"

"Oh, please. Not even you believe that crap. You two locked me out all the time years ago." Logan scoffed.

"Yeah, and you were a lot more annoying then, remember?" Michael shot back, eyeing Logan, "Anyway, we see you weren't as bored as we thought you would be."

Chase was silent…except for yelling Zoey's name. It was odd.

Logan shrugged, "I really don't know what you want me to say…"

"Zo…Zoey…are you okay?" Chase asked, softly.

Michael looked at him.

So did Logan.

"Um, yeah, Chase…I'm fine." Zoey barely refrained from raising an eyebrow.

"Oh…okay. Well, Michael, we better go. We have that Calculus test tomorrow…"

"A Calc test? What test?" Michael looked at him.

Logan chuckled, seeing the awkwardness from Chase having walked in on what he did.

But why was it awkward, exactly?

"You know…the major Calc test…" Chase tried to signal.

It looked like Chase was about ready to yank Michael out of the room.

The only problem was Michael still wasn't getting it.

"Dude, what are you…"

"Oh, for the love of…Michael! It's obvious this is awkward for him. I just can't figure out why." Logan said, exasperated.

Chase looked horrified.

Michael finally threw his head back in understanding, and then yanked Chase out of the dorm room.

Zoey and Logan heard their footsteps as they retreated down the hall.

"What was that about?" Zoey asked.

Logan shrugged, "I don't know, but I'm sure I'm going to hear about it."

Zoey laughed.

Not long after, Logan joined her.

"Well, I guess I'm not locked out anymore. I'll see you around."

"What?!" Zoey protested.

Logan stopped dead in his tracks and spun on his heels, "What?"

"You're seriously just going to kiss and leave?" She crossed her arms over her chest again.

Logan narrowed his eyes, "Well, what exactly do you want me to do?" He started taking small steps toward her.

Zoey shrugged and rolled her eyes, "I dunno…kissing me again would be nice…"

And almost as soon as the words left her mouth, he had crossed the room, and grabbed her at the waist, but before he started, he smiled and said, "I thought you'd never ask."