"So what about those hot wings?" Logan jokes with me.
"Yes please!" I say as Logan grabs his phone.
Thirty minutes later and we're sitting there, both with a dozen hot wings, just enjoying the movie and each others company.
"Damn, they were so good!" I exclaim setting down the remains of my last wing. I look over at Logan's pile seeing he still has about four left, so I snag one for myself.
"Hey! Thats mine and you have your own!" Logan whines, but then he notices all of mine are gone. "How the hell did you eat a dozen wings that fast?"
"I'm awesome." I answer him getting up from the couch and disposing of my trash. I wash my hands in his kitchen sink before returning to the living room. The movie has finished by now and Logan had inhaled the last three wings he had left.
"What now?" I ask.
After he disposes of his own trash and cleans up the down stairs he leads me back up to his room, pulling me into his closet.
"Oh my, this thing is HUGE!"
Logan only chuckles at my statement and pulls some drawers open. What he pulls out, though, was not what I was expecting. A bikini and board shorts.
"Uh?"
"We're going to the pool. Its closed now, but I have a deal with the night manager so I can go anytime I want during the night." Logan states.
We change and grab some towels before heading to the pool. The only light on is the one in the actual pool. The skyline of Los Angeles is absolutely breathtaking. After I put my towel down and discard my t-shirt, I feel a pair of hand grab my waist pushing me forward. Next thing I know I'm splashing around the deep end.
"Logan!" I whisper-yell as he surfaces. He swims over and takes me by the waist.
"Now, did you really think I wouldn't do that?" He teases with a smile.
I took this moment of calm to dunk him. Yeah, mess with this bitch.
"Not cool, Ray, not cool."
"You deserved it."
After some fun in the pool we both decided the chilly night was best spent in the hot tub. As I stepped in the heat took over my body. It was so hot, yet it felt so good. I could see Logan looking at me as I enjoyed this moment of pleasure, I couldn't read his face though. He looked conflicted, wanting, and mad at the same time. Weird boy.
His movements are fast, before I even realize what going on, his lips are on mine. Its a tender kiss. Soft and slow. His hand is creeping up my arm to my neck and then its tangled in my messy hair. I've never been kissed like this before. It's slow and passionate. Rough, but gentle.
He pulls away resting his forehead on mine, breathing heavily. I can feel his warm breath on my lips and I still haven't opened my eyes.