A/N- I just wanted to thank all of the people that have reviewed my story. Because of the great response, I decided to go a bit further. These next two chapters end the night at Logan's. If I get enough reviews, I'm going to continue with my story, but it's going to kind of shift in tone as I bring back Devon. If I bring him back, you all won't be disappointed, I promise. So, without further ado.....

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Max stretched across the couch, laying her head in Logan's lap. Her ever present feeling that she should just jump up and leave was there, but she just couldn't seem to pull herself away from the tranquil setting that had been created that night at Logan's. Logan simply sat there, petting Max's hair, and running his fingers through her soft curls.

"Mmmmm, this is so much better when you do it." Max had her eyes closed, and she felt like she was turning to mush in Logan's lap.

At her comment, Logan suddenly stopped. A sensation ripped through his body, that one could only describe as jealousy.

Max sat up and turned so that she was facing him. He had a look on his face that she could only describe as shock. This caused her to worry. "What? What's wrong? Are you ok?" She looked into his eyes, and they seemed almost distant, as if he didn't want to be where he was at the present moment. She continued to look back and forth between his two eyes, until his gaze finally settled on her eyes. When it did, he seemed to relax just a little, until Max's comment creped its way back through his mind, causing his body to tense once again. Finally, Logan found the words to answer Max. "Who else has done this to you?"

"Now, would that be jealousy coming out of the mouth of Logan Cale?" Max smirked at Logan's obvious discomfort.

"No....that's not what I meant...."

Max fully turned her body around so that she could look Logan right in the eye. "Yes it is. You want to know what other guy has done this for me!" Max could only laugh at Logan. He seemed to be full of rage at the thought that someone else had touched her like he was doing. "Don't worry Logan." She grabbed his hands and held them to her chest. "I'm talking about this new guy at work who has decided to make me his personal challenge."

"What do you mean?" Logan calmed down considerably. Obviously she doesn't want anything to do with this guy.

Max smiled even more, noticing Logan's more relaxed body position. Feeling that he wasn't worried anymore about his place in her life, she let go of his hands, and once again, laid her head in his lap. As Logan once again began to run his hands through her hair, she sighed deeply. "Do you really want to hear this story? There's not too much to tell."

"I don't mind. Tell me about your day. Tell me about this 'new guy'."

"Well, alright. It started this morning. I went into work, and I was so stressed from trying to come up with the right words to put in your letter, and then it didn't help that.." that I had an incredibly arousing dream about you that got me all flustered before work? I can't tell him that. Oh my god. Ok, think of something quick, you've paused WAY too long, in a seemingly simple description of the morning. "...that I lost my watch and didn't know what time it was."

Logan smiled at her pause. "Why do I get the distinct impression that you didn't really lose your watch?"

"Well I did..." I did lose my watch. He just doesn't have to know that it was on my arm, and I only thought I lost it because I was so worked up about that dream.

"Fine if you don't want to tell me, don't." Logan leaned over Max's face so that she could see him smiling at her. She looked up into his face and turned a bit in his lap so that she could get a better look at him.

"Do you want me to continue with my story or not?" She twisted her mouth so that only the right side of her lips went into a smile. She knew that Logan always would shift uncomfortably when she did that. And shift uncomfortably he did.

"Please. Continue!"

"Aiight! That's better!" Max turned her head once again so that Logan would have easier access to her hair. "So anyways, I was really stressed out this morning, and I had your gift with me, because I thought that I would come here straight from work. So I was bending over to take it out of my bag, and suddenly I feel someone grab my ass."

At the words 'my ass', Logan's eyes drifted down towards Max's lower body. I'd like to grab her ass, but I can't do that. As much fun as this evening has been I just can't do it. Maybe another time. But what if I don't have another chance, maybe now is the best time to do it.

"So, I wheeled around and slammed the guy into the lockers. I was so pissed!"

Ok, moment passed, cannot grab her ass. "That's my girl!" Maybe I can just get near it...

Max smiled as she could feel Logan's hand tentatively rest itself upon her upper thigh, very close to her butt. "Yeah, I try. But that's not the worst part! Do you know what he had the nerve to say to me? He said that he couldn't help but touch me, because I 'raised certain parts of his character'. How sick is that?"

Logan paused before answering. "Well, I know that wasn't exactly the most appropriate thing to say to get a girl to notice you, but, you do have that affect on a lot of men." Oh I'm going to get it for that comment.

Max let Logan's words run through her head a couple more times just to make sure she heard him right. She couldn't help but smile, knowing that subtly, he was talking about himself. She reached over and playfully slapped him on his knee. "Logan Cale. I can't believe that you of all people would say something like that!"

Logan thought his heart was going to stop. The last thing he wanted to do was offend her. "Um, no... that isn't what I should have said..."

"Logan, it's ok. I understand what you're saying, and thank you for the compliment."

Oh thank god. "You're welcome."

"So anyways, as if that wasn't bad enough, Normal was busting my chops ALL DAY! I was even tryin' to work harder so that I could come in late tomorrow if I needed to. But then, as I'm standing there trying to cool down after work, guess who flipped my hair up? That loser Devon!"

"Did he see your barcode?" Logan lightly traced along her barcode as he spoke, with his fingers. The action caused Max to shiver, making Logan smile. He loved doing that to her.

Does he have to do that to me? I don't think I can hold out too much longer. "Um...I don't think so. I covered my neck as soon as I felt my hair move. He could have, but I doubt it."

"Well, let's hope not."

"What would it matter if he saw it? He's just some punk-ass kid who's trying way too hard to get a girl at work."

"You never know Max, you have careful. You of all people should know that."

"Yeah, I do. Don't worry. He won't be a problem."

"So anything else happen today that was news worthy?"

"Um, other than the fact that my apartment was filled with balloons? No, I don't think so." Max looked up into Logan's eyes and smiled at him. "How about you? What did you do today?"

"Well, let's see. I spent most of the morning picking up some items for a girl that I know."

"Oh yeah, what's she like?" Max couldn't help but laugh at her own joke. She knew he was talking about her, but still...

"Well, she's really sweet when she wants to be, but she has a real tough-ass attitude about her. She loves hanging out with her friends, but would much rather ride the streets on this motorcycle that she owns."

"Wow, sounds like someone I'd like to meet. I think I'll like this story."

As Logan went into telling Max about all the things that he had done to get ready for tonight, Max snuggled her head into Logan's lap as far as she could, and she could feel herself start to drop off to sleep.

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She woke up to find herself alone in his apartment. She sat up on the couch and tried in vain to hear any kind of sound at all. Not hearing anything, she got up to look around. She walked through the halls, peering into his bedroom to only find his bed empty. She turned around and headed towards the computer room, but once again it was empty. Caught up in wondering just what was going on, she could suddenly hear the faint sound of music coming from the living room where she had just woken a few minutes ago. As she pulled herself from her thoughts, the music began to get louder and louder. She could recognize it as some type of hip-hop song, something that was never heard in this apartment. She was accustomed to hearing the soothing melodies of classical music, not the hard beat of rap. She smiled at the sound of the song, because this was the type of music that she liked to dance to. She walked towards the living room, and suddenly found herself at Crash, surrounded by hundreds of people. There wasn't any light except for the few lights that surrounded the DJ. She started gyrating to the beat, moving her body to the rhythm. She looked around as she danced, but saw no one she knew. She closed her eyes to allow the music to envelope her and she could feel a strong set of arms wrap around her. She opened her eyes and turned around to look at the person holding her so closely. It was him. He looked deep into her eyes and smiled. She continued to dance to the music, all the while holding his gaze. He danced with her, caressing his hands over her body. She wrapped her arms behind his neck as his hands roamed freely. They moved together as one, slowly making their own beat, no longer following that of the music. His hands went under her shirt, but never rose higher than they should. They drew circles on her back, and then flowed towards her stomach. Once there, they traced around and his fingers lightly tickled her skin, making her shudder. She looked into his eyes and he chuckled. He leaned close to her ear, and whispered "I see someone is ticklish." They continued to dance, her hands beginning to find their way farther and farther down his body. Just as they were nearing their destination, the music stopped.

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