Chapter 11

(Alexa's POV)

As I wake up I realize that I am not in my hut or Peter's hut. I am in Logan's room. I see the white walls and the posters on the walls and the door that leads to the hallway. I sit up and I see the dark blue comforter on the king size bed of his. I turn and see a wide awake Logan.

His pale blond short hair, his hazel colored eyes, and his pale skin. He is shirtless as always and he is smiling at me. I smile at him and hug him so tight as though he is dying and I was trying to keep him alive.

"Alexa are you okay? You seem relived." He says.

I say "I'm back. I am really back. I can't believe it." He looks at me with a confused look on his face and I say "You will not believe were I was. I was taken to Neverland."

"Alexa, you have been with me the whole night. You never left."

"No I was gone for three days. I was on Neverland. Peter Pan was there although he wasn't a little boy. He looked about nineteen with shaggy brown hair and green eyes. She was tall lean and…"

"Sounds to me like you have a crush on him." Logan says

"Oh no way. He was a total ass. He was a dick, a bitch, a bastard and I am just glad it was all a dream." I say

Logan looks a little upset but then regains his composer and says "Alexa you were just dreaming." He runs a hand over my cheek and I take his hand in mine and lean forward and kiss him on the lips.

At first he freezes then he kisses me back. I run my hands in his hair and I wrap my legs around his torso. He grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head. He lowers me down so I am underneath him and our kiss deepens. I open my mouth to let him in and we battle for dominance. He wins and he starts to kiss my neck.

I moan and say "Logan I love you."

"I love you too Lex." He says and moves his hands down to my shorts and pulls them off so I am now in my bra and underwear.

I suddenly hear a voice that sounds like my younger sister saying "Alexa this isn't real." I look around at my surroundings and blink once- twice- and three time and notice that I am in my hut that Pan made for me and Pan kissing my neck.

I struggle out from underneath him and move to the other side of the bed and cover myself up with the blanket and say "What the fuck Pan! Why did you do that?"

I start crying and he brushes his hand over my cheek saying "You kissed me Lex. And you wanted to have sex with me. Admit it. Plus when you described me to, well, me, I will have to say that you sounded like you have a crush on me."

"Go to hell Pan! I hate you and I always will hate you." I get out of the bed and put my shorts and tank top back on. I go over to my door to leave but he just pulls me away from the door and waves his hand over the door charming it so I wouldn't get out probably.

He backs me up till I bump into my bed and he pushes me down, hard. He gets on top of me and I try to struggle out from underneath him, but he is too strong. He starts kissing my neck and sucking it hard. I think I might get a hickey or two.

I struggle hoping that he will finally get a heart and stop, but he doesn't he just squeezes my wrists and I yelp in pain. I then yell "Peter please stop! Let go!"

He stops and looks at me and says "Fine, but you have to spend the whole day with me."

I stare at him and say "Fine. But no kissing or touching."

He gives me a look and says "Agreed, but we can at least hold hands. Plus I will have to hold you while we fly."

"Why can't we just walk? I mean you could give me a tour of the island." I suggest.

"Yeah well seeing everything would take more than a day… but I guess we could leave for a few days to tour the island. I don't usually give tours to newly lost ones, but I only exceptions for very pretty girls with not a lot of covering." He eyes my short shorts and tank top; I fold my arms over my chest to stop him from staring at my chest.

He chuckles and says "Don't worry love, I won't try anything. Yet that is."

I scowl at him and ask "So what should I pack, and for how long?"

"Well I would suggest packing light, but why don't you pick at least a week's worth of clothes and shoes." He waves his hand in front of the door and he opens it and says "Oh by the way can I get a kiss before I leave?"

"How 'bout a slap in the face?" I ask and he just chuckles and runs a hand down to my chest I try to push him away but he just plunges his hand into my chest and he pulls out my heart.

He then says "Do I have to keep making you kiss me?"

I hold my hands over my chest while breathing heavily. I then say "You know no one will really love you if you keep doing that to people."

He only smirks and starts to say "I want you to ki…"

Before he could finish that command I go up to him and kiss him. He pushes up against me and I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer. I push him up to the wall and I feel something going on downstairs on him.

OMG he has a boner! I think. I know the feeling, because whenever Logan and me kiss this heated he always gets one. Then the most surprising thing he does is I hear him moan. I start to go over to his ear and whisper "You got your kiss, now leave so I can pack."

I get away from him and I turn to look at him and the look on his face was between an 'I'm going to kill you' look and an 'I'm going to rape you if you don't kiss me again' look.

He breaths hard and says "Why did you do that?"

"So that you can give me my heart back without forcing me to do anything. And because it is starting to really get on my nerves." I say to him.

He looks at the heart in his hand and a smirk slowly grows on his face and he says "I think I'll hold on to it for a bit if you don't mind." He starts to leave and says "Just put the stuff you want to ring on your bed, and don't worry I will give you your heart back. Soon, not now of course since you did that. I will keep it until you prove worthy.

"Now why don't you pick out clothes for at least a week or longer and set them on your bed. And we will leave later tonight." He then leaves and closes the door.

I then decide that I should just do as he told me to do. I pick out some clothes and set them on my bed waiting for him to come back, and hoping to get my heart back in my chest were it belongs.