Holding Out for a Hero
Prologue: Exhale
He has that mischievous gleam in his eyes again. The one that had me jumping off a platform nearly six stories high with just an umbrella and a bungee cord. The one that got me drunk, watching Finn reenact the Passion of the Christ.
I fold my arms, waiting for the other shoe to drop as he leans nonchalantly against my desk, smirking extensively. His words keep flowing into my ears, and yet I hear nothing that would get me into trouble.
"Logan, make your point now, or I will start ignoring you," I cut in, my voice hard and my eyes flashing dangerously.
He seems to like my reaction. His smirk gets larger and I can see that gleam grow stronger. When he speaks, he yet again evades. "Why, I'm hurt, Ace, that you don't appreciate my company."
"Get to the point," I once again cut in before he can continue.
Time seems to slow all of a sudden as he smiles and leans in to me. Time stops for a millisecond as his lips touch mine, gently, caressing, soft and warm.
Then he pulls away and time continues as normal with me sitting there dumbfounded and with him smirking again. He leans in again and says, his words breathy against my ear, "See you later, Rory."
He disappears and I am left to exhale.
