Still haven't watched Falling For...Who? yet lol. Too scared.
A/N: To the Guest who asked if I was from France. I'm actually Belgian, but yes, French is my native tongue. :)
So many requests for a sex scene! You guys are even bigger pervs than me lol ;P If I do end up writing one—and that's a big IF, don't read anything into it—would you guys prefer an abridged High T rated version, or full blown M? (If it's the latter, I will be bumping this story up in rating). Check my profile for the poll on this question to vote. Voting will close officially on Sunday. :D
Lol, I like to reuse jokes. And I'm way too predictable. Haha congrats to the person who predicted something in this chapter! Your prize is an internet cookie!
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Jasmine let out a low moan as Logan's lips pushed fervently against hers. He brought his hands down to her waist, grasping her t-shirt and yanking her forward to the edge of the cot and closer to him. The minute his cool hands made contact with the overheated skin under her t-shirt, she shivered in delight, gasping in want. Logan's comforting touches and hugs had nothing on this.
Jasmine angled her head to the side, sliding her arms up and around his neck and deepening the embrace. She let out a gasp and clawed her hands in his hair when his hips jerked forward and the bulge in his pants bumped against her inner thigh. All her attention zeroed in on the fact that she wanted him inside her. And now.
Oh my god…
When was the last time she'd gotten fucked and she wasn't wasted, anyway? She was alarmed at how quickly she'd become a trembling, wanton mess from Logan's kisses. She was so unbelievably turned on, and it didn't help that Logan had his tongue in her mouth and hand teasing the underwire of her sports bra.
"Logan…" she moaned, pushing her throbbing center against his boner.
A strangled growl came from Logan's throat, and his mouth slid to the side of her neck where he placed hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses on the flushed skin.
Jasmine was absolutely sure she had found nirvana. Her body felt like it was floating and on fire at the same time. Her mind was going numb from the feeling of his hard length pressing against the increasing pressure between her legs.
Jasmine groaned when he sucked hard on the skin of her neck, soothing the burning sensation with his tongue. It sent goosebumps down her arms and tremors down her back, and her head spun momentarily. Jasmine tipped forward, her body suddenly feeling heavier. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and leaned heavily against him, trying to catch her stolen breath.
She was just so dizzy, and it was getting harder to focus on the sensation of Logan's hand dipping underneath the waistband of her running shorts.
And she knew something was wrong.
She was kissing Logan, something she had fantasized about heavily for the past several years. She should've only been focusing on the way he was making her feel. But she couldn't. And why the hell did she feel so damn tired?
"Ahem."
At the sound of the somewhat disgusted clearing of a throat, Logan pulled away from Jasmine, lips leaving her flustered skin with a crude pop that made Jasmine cringe in embarrassment. Logan's eyes were somewhat wide and dazed as he looked towards the door. The trainer was standing in the doorway watching them with a raised eyebrow, hand on her hip and the other rattling the bottle of painkillers.
"Are you both finished?"
Jasmine licked her swollen lips and untangled herself from Logan, smiling sheepishly and tucking a strand of loosened hair behind her ears. Logan discreetly stepped to the side, hiding his lower body behind the adjacent cot to readjust himself. He was sporting a pretty bad boner. It was awkward enough that they had gotten caught making out, but he was not about to let this trainer see how turned on he was right now.
"While I understand you young adult's need to procreate at every turn of the second," she commented, giving them dry looks, "Miss Kang has a concussion. I advise caution against any activities that will increase blood pressure and elevate the heart rate."
Jasmine shot Logan an annoyed look when he snorted in amusement. At least that explained why she'd gotten so lightheaded so quickly.
The trainer handed her a cup of water and one of the pills. "Take this. Should alleviate that headache that you'll probably be having."
Jasmine popped it back and gulped it down with water, wincing a little when her head pounded at the excess motion. The trainer tilted Jasmine's head back after she was done, holding a handlight to her face and peering into her eyes. She pressed lightly on Jasmine's temple near the goose egg, taking note of how badly Jasmine's face contorted when she neared the growing bruise.
"Doesn't seem like you knocked your brain too hard. You probably passed out from sudden shock. How bad is your pain?"
"A four, maybe."
"Mmhmm. What are you feeling right now?"
"Kind of like a pounding in my head. Maybe a headache? And I'm a little dizzy and tired." Jasmine's cheeks turned a little red, "But, uh, not because of the, you know… making out."
"Nothing feels like it's rattling around? Can you move your limbs alright? Eyesight blurry?"
"Everything seems like it's working to me."
"No doubt. Since clearly you're coherent enough to hook up with someone in my office." The trainer drawled. Jasmine glared at Logan when he laughed again. "Do you have any acetaminophens you can take at home?"
"Uh…"
"Tylenol or Ibuprofen Midol." She clarified, "Look up."
Jasmine nodded, looking at the ceiling so the trainer could observe her eyes from a different angle.
"Take one as instructed on the bottle for however long you keep having these headaches. If you feel any worse or start to feel incoherent or your body isn't responding properly or like something's wrong, go straight to the hospital, got it?" Jasmine nodded and the trainer turned to Logan. "You. Loverboy. Take her directly home for rest. No more make outs until she's had enough time to recover."
"Got it." he said with an annoying smirk on his face.
Jasmine wanted to crawl into a hole and die. She was so embarrassed.
"I understand." She squawked quickly. "Thank you, ma'am."
"No problem." The trainer turned out of the office and left.
"Urgh… that was awk." Jasmine muttered, reaching out to Logan to help steady her.
At least his boner had relaxed. "Tell me about it."
Logan helped Jasmine off of the cot, and they left the trainer's before heading out of the gym and back outside. The air between them was a little stagnant and uncomfortable, and Logan couldn't help but feel like it was a little awkward. It was like all the emotion and passion between them earlier had been replaced with that discomfort of doing something and knowing you fucked up.
He wondered if that was what Jasmine was thinking about. But when he looked at her, she was lightly running her fingers over her lips, as if she was pensively thinking about the kiss. Was that a good sign?
Because it had definitely been a good thing for him. Jasmine's lips had been so soft and pliant. She had tasted sweet and had been so responsive, it had been crazy hard for him to retain control and not rip off her clothes. He hadn't ever enjoyed a kiss that much in his life before. But he had a feeling it was only because it had been Jasmine who he had kissed.
"So…" he started after a while of walking, when it became apparent that Jasmine had no intention of speaking any time soon. "Are you going to say something anytime soon, or do I have to start telling awkward jokes?"
It broke some of the tension in the air, and she released a short breath of laughter, turning slightly to him as they walked along the sidewalk.
"Look, about what I said–"
"That you liked me?"
A faint blush appeared on her cheeks, and Logan smiled. He loved it when she got flustered, and she'd get that adorable blush on her face. It made him want to kiss her again.
"Yes… that." she let out a little breath, "I meant it, you know. I do like you. Like you, like you."
He felt his pulse race at hearing her say those words again. When she'd first said them, it had thrown him off guard and left him momentarily speechless. He'd been wondering on occasion if she liked him too, but to hear her confirm it made him so incredibly happy. And the only thing he could think about after that was kissing her. So he had.
"But why the kiss? Not that I didn't enjoy it. It was nice. Hot. I'm just… wondering."
"It felt right. And I wanted to. I've wanted to for a while actually."
"Okay." She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, "So umm, we've officially kissed now, so what now…"
She tapered off, the rest of her question left ambiguous, waiting to see what he had to say.
"We kiss again?"
"Logan, I'm gonna need some more substantial answers since we're trying to figure this out." She rolled her eyes. Boys. Always horny. "What are the thoughts in your head?"
He grinned, a perverted smile forming on his lips.
"Your upper head Logan!" she shoved him slightly away. "You perv!"
"I was thinking I should have kissed you a long time ago."
She smiled, bashfully biting her lip in that cute way she did when she was trying to hold back her blush. He really wanted to kiss her again. He loved the way she had responded so readily and enthusiastically. And to think, he'd struggled to try to seduce her and get information out of her when all he could have done was kiss her from the start.
Logan let out a little laugh, "Can you imagine how much easier it could have been to figure out The Incident if I had just kissed you yesterday?"
The air beside him suddenly dropped several degrees, and he saw Jasmine stiffen beside him, her brows furrowing almost immediately.
"What." She growled under her breath. Jasmine stopped walking abruptly and stared at him in shock. "Are you fucking kidding me? That's what you're thinking right now?"
He turned back to look at her, a little confused by her reaction, "What?"
"I told you I liked you, you idiot! Twice!" she yelled, wincing a little when her head pounded, "And all you care about is trying to figure out my secret? What the hell is wrong with you?!"
Logan blinked in surprised and shook his head, realizing nervously that she had completely taken it the wrong way and misunderstood what he said. That was definitely not what he had meant.
He quickly took her wrist and stopped her from walking away when she scoffed and turned around in disgust.
"Wait, Jaz, that's not what I meant–"
She spun to face him, eyes sharp and glinting. "Oh, so you weren't thinking that you'd use that kiss to get information out of me?"
"I mean, I was for a second, but–"
"You're terrible!" she snatched her wrist out of his grip, and Logan knew he'd just made things infinitely worse, "Trying to take advantage of my state like that. I can't believe I fell for it for a second!"
"No, you're misunderstanding something!" He had wanted to kiss her because he liked her too. "Jasmine, I like you too! Like you, like you!"
She rolled her eyes in annoyance and stepped slightly away from him. When he had pictured finally revealing how he felt to Jasmine, he had definitely anticipated it would go better than that. For one, Jasmine wasn't supposed to be looking at him like she wanted to cut off his balls.
"So why the hell didn't you say that instead of that crap about seducing me to find out my secret?!"
"That was an accident. Besides, it doesn't matter. I just told you I liked you too."
"You think I'm going to believe that 'confession' after you just told me you had ulterior motives?"
"Jaz, c'mon. Don't be like that. That's not what I meant at all."
Students passed by the arguing pair in caution, a little confused at the intensity of the argument they were having in the middle of the sidewalk. Neither gave a shit that they were causing a scene.
"But that's what you said!" she exclaimed, "God Logan! You can be so unbelievably frustrating and stupid sometimes!"
And then she gasped softly as an incredible wave of dizziness passed through her, and she teetered on her feet, gripping her head and stumbling a little forward. Logan reached out to help steady her, and she slapped his hands away, glaring up at him.
"Don't touch me."
"At least let me get you home safely."
"No." She crossed her arms and pulled away from him, her eyes shining in anger. "Don't talk to me. Don't even think about calling or texting me. You and I are not friends this week."
Logan's face fell, and he swallowed thickly, feeling incredibly apprehensive. Jasmine was seriously mad at him.
"Jaz, look, I didn't mean that. It came out wrong."
"Bye Logan." She spat, turning on her heel and storming away without another word.
He could only watch her stupefied as she stormed towards her apartment, snapping and growling at people on the sidewalk to get the hell out of her way. He ran his hands through his hair with a drained, ragged sigh.
He had fucked up.
He had seriously fucked up and played this all wrong.
Logan did like Jasmine. He liked her a lot. Probably even loved if he really stopped to think about the intensity of his feelings for his best friend. But like the idiot he was, he had let the wrong thing slip out of his mouth. Her anger was totally justified and now she wasn't even talking to him anymore.
It amazed him how earlier that week, they'd been the closest of friends, and now she probably wasn't going to talk to him ever again. Jasmine could really keep grudges when she wanted to. He was pretty sure she wouldn't be talking to him again for the rest of the semester unless he did something. But that was the thing. She wouldn't believe a word he had to say. What the hell was he supposed to do?
He yanked out his phone and called Garrett. If anyone was well versed in resolving group disputes and tensions and strained relationships, it was his anal and observant best friend.
He picked up after a couple rings.
"What did you screw up this time?"
"Why do you just assume I messed something up all the time?"
"Because you're you. So? What was it?"
"I fucked things up with Jasmine." Logan rolled his eyes, "She confessed to me–"
"Jasmine confessed to you?! What did you do?!"
"Like I was saying… she confessed. And I said something stupid about my plan and now she won't even talk to me anymore."
Garrett's obnoxious 'you're a dumbass' groan through the phone made Logan's despair at the situation increase.
"I figured this would happen eventually when you told me about that stupid seduction plan."
"Hey! It wasn't a stupid plan. I figured out that she didn't sleep with you with that method."
Garrett was uncomfortably silent for several beats.
Logan sighed. "What do I do, man? I just want her back. I don't even care about all this crap anymore."
"Well…" Garrett sounded uncertain, "There is one thing I think might make things a little more… clear. Or at the very least, Jasmine wouldn't be able to stay so mad at you anymore. Or rather… it wouldn't be fair for her to stay mad at you."
"What is it?"
"Look, if you want a clue on how to 'fix' things or resolve this mess, find the mystery girl. I think it might make things a little better."
"That's what I used to think too, but maybe it's not the way to go. I mean look at the fight between me and Jasmine."
"What happened between you two is because you're an idiot Logan." Garrett corrected. "Just trust me on this. That's where you need to start."
"Why do you sound like you know something key about this whole mess?"
"I don't."
His voice came out a bit squeaky and a little cracked. Logan narrowed his eyes. He had also answered more quickly than was normal.
"Garrett…"
"Look. Just go figure out the mystery girl stuff, okay? I've got afternoon weights in thirty. Bye."
He hung up before Logan could get another word in, and Logan looked at his phone with a frown. That had been weird to say the least.
But he slipped it in his pocket and sighed.
At least he had an idea of what to do.
Looks like my find the mystery girl adventure isn't quite done yet.
And he knew exactly where to start.
Logan set off on a walk to the dorm suites building near one edge of the campus. When he got there, he flashed his university ID at the front desk assistant—who barely glanced up from her beauty magazine to verify his identity as a student—and then took the elevator up to the fifth floor.
He knew he could make it up to Jasmine. He could fix this. All he had to do was finish this mess once and for all.
He approached the chipped puke green painted door of Suite 5J and knocked brusquely. After a few seconds, he heard shuffling feet approach the door.
It swung open, and Logan waved sheepishly.
"Hey." he said. "I need your help."
Tracy's face curled up into a wide, malicious grin.
"I knew you'd see things my way."