Quinn fiddled with her napkin as she sat across from Logan. Just as he promised over the call, he picked her up right at seven and drove them to their destination. He had taken her to a beachside restaurant that she could never afford herself. The university she worked at paid her well but nowhere near the salary he was making. The waitstaff seemed to know him as they walked right in and already had a table prepared and waiting for them. A waiter had come, lighting the candlelight in between them as he announced the specials for the evening. Logan had already known what he wanted, but she was still reeling in the fact she was on a date with a guy that just the other day she had zapped with her watch for making a comment she did not like. She told him to order for her, and he seemed all too proud that he picked out something she was clearly enjoying.

She had cleared her plate without even realizing it. She's had fish many times before but never anything like what she had just eaten. It was no wonder he always complained about the places they picked. When you go from eating that to the cheap stuff they enjoy, it is night and day.

There had been a bit of awkwardness between them. He seemed to be on his best behavior, not flirting with the waitresses that had passed them or being obnoxious on his phone the whole time. In fact, his focus was on her from the moment he arrived at her door to the instant they sat down. Unsure of what to say or do, she had asked him about his day and to tell her about the shoot. It seemed to work because he was going on and on about his work. He went into great detail about what the shoot was for, how the anniversary special was going to be a huge step in his career, and that he was not only modeling in the production but directing it as well. She hadn't realized this and asked him some follow-up questions. She didn't have to pretend to be interested because, for once, she cared about what he was saying. It was hard not to care about how passionately he spoke about the subject.

She hadn't even realized it was time for dessert until the waitstaff had come to clear their dinner plates and dropped down two big pieces of chocolate cake. She tried not to grimace when she saw the array of almonds that were scattered on top. At least it didn't look like there were any in the batter. Content to scare them off her icing, "Hey," she was stopped by Logan calling out to the waiters. Only the manager had been the one who ran over instead.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Reese?" the older gentleman asked, looking nervous.

Logan frowned, "Yeah, there is." He pointed at her piece of cake. "I thought I told you, people, when I made the reservations that there shouldn't be any nuts in the food."

"It's okay," taken aback by his statement, Quinn put her hands up, hoping to diffuse the situation before a screaming match broke out. "This much is fine." She showed him how easy it was to scrap them off her piece of cake.

Logan's frown only deepened. Except he didn't say anything. With a snap of his fingers, the two waiters from before appeared again, two new pieces of cake in their hands, but this time they didn't have any nuts on them. The old slices were replaced with the new ones, and the waiters scattered.

"I promise it won't happen again, Mr. Reese." The manager informed them, giving her a gentle smile.

Scoffing, Logan relaxed in his chair. "It better not." He waved the manager off, not bothering to watch him run off with the rest of the staff. Like a switch had been flipped, he was back to the smiling, carefree self that he had been with her all night. "You're gonna love this. The chef worked in Paris, and his desserts are world famous." He took a big bite, clearly enjoying himself.

Meanwhile, Quinn was left bewildered at his mood swings. "Don't you think that was a bit much?"

"What do you mean?" he looked confused as he took another bite.

"I mean with the cake," she pointed at her untouched slice. "It was only a few nuts; I could have eaten around them." It wasn't the first time she had gone out to eat and been dealt with the piece of fruit littering her plate. It wasn't an allergy or dietary restriction that she had to worry about, it was more of a personal preference, so she usually just ate around the pieces.

He frowned, "You hate nuts, and I told them that, so it's on them for being stupid." He put his fork down, glaring at her untouched cake.

She glared back, "That doesn't mean you should speak down to others like that."

"Are you kidding me?" he scoffed, leaning back in his chair to cross his arms. "I was trying to do something nice, and you're upset with me over that?"

She did not like his accusing tone. "What I didn't like was how you handled the situation; I never stated your gesture was what upset me."

With a clenched jaw, he sighed, "Forget it. Let's just enjoy our dessert." He stabbed into the cake, making the pastry collapse from the force as he shoved another piece inside his mouth.

She scoffed, "What is your problem?" she did not like the attitude he was giving her.

"My problem is you're acting like I'm the bad guy when all I did was try to do something nice for you." He all but threw his fork down on the plate.

At this, Quinn threw her napkin down on the table and stood up. "I swear you're so insufferable." She cried out, panting slightly as her emotions began to get the best of her.

He stood up with her. "Oh yeah, well, you're-!" he stopped, staring at her flushed features, the way her eyes dilated, and how she stood not more than a few feet away from him. "Wanna make out?"

"Yes." She seemed to say through gritted teeth, almost as if it was the last thing she wanted, but how she grabbed onto him said otherwise. They surged forward, lips interlocking as their hands roamed over each other. She stopped him when she felt his palm cup her butt, remembering they were in a public place. "Not here." Much like last time, he shoved a handful of bills onto the table and led her out of the establishment. His hand gripping hers as they all but ran out of the restaurant, laughter coming from both of them.

His luxury sports car was waiting for them out front, and they had jumped inside without looking back. Quinn doesn't recall much of the ride home. Only with every stop light they hit they would lean into kiss until the cars blared their horns from behind them. He kept one hand on the wheel of his vehicle while the other was caressing her exposed thigh. She shuddered under his touch, not stopping him. They had zoomed into their complex's parking garage, him parking half hazardously into his assigned spot before they all but jumped out of the car and raced to her apartment. She was closer floor-wise, and neither felt they could wait to take the elevator ride up all the way to his apartment. Although calling a penthouse just an apartment felt wrong to her.

They followed the same steps as last night. They kissed in the elevator, against her front door, and then entered her bedroom. The fresh sheets smelled of her detergent, and she knew they would be getting washed again. She attempted to unbutton his dress shirt with uncoordinated fingers, but it was clear he was in a hurry because he took over and did it himself. Flinging his jacket and shirt off, he hadn't realized he hit the photo frame on her nightstand until the sound of it dropping and crashing on the floor alerted them both. "Shit," he cursed, looking over the edge of the bed to see the scatted glass and broken frame lying on the floor. "I'll buy you a new one." He promised, surging forward to place urgent kisses along her neck.

She moaned, leaning more into his touch as he gripped her blouse, pulling it from her skirt to bring it over her head. She had to move away from his lips to get the piece of fabric off, but it gave her a brief second to see her broken picture frame. It had been a group shoot she and her friends had taken last year at the beach. The memory of the day was special, something they had all wanted to commemorate and had taken the photo before they left. Looking at the image of her best friend, she pushed Logan off her. "Wait," she panted, trying to regain her senses and think straight. Lola's words were coming back to her.

"This date may be him trying to set up a friends-with-benefits type of deal. Don't let him drag you into that!"

"What's wrong?" he asked her, sitting back on his knees to look at her in concern.

She shook her head, "It's just," she sighed, trying to find the right words. How do you tell the guy you slept with and almost slept with again that you don't think this is a good idea? She looked up at him, meeting his eye, and felt a strange twinge in her heart. He looked so worried, and it was completely unlike the Logan she knew. Then again, she wasn't acting like the Quinn he knew, either. They were supposed to hate each other, and yet here they were, about to have sex again. Life really does like to throw curve balls at them. Smiling, she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I don't want it to be casual if we do this. I want us to be exclusive." She had been ready to end it all. To tell him that what happened at the bar was a one-time thing, that he helped her when she was down, but they needed to forget and move on. Only at this moment she realized that she didn't want to stop. Mark had clearly moved on and was happy in life, so why can't she do the same? This was the first time she had actually enjoyed sex, and it seemed like Logan wanted to continue, so why can't they do this? If he agreed to be partners, she could handle a few hookups here and there.

He gave her a look like she had three heads. "Well yeah," he adjusted himself to sit in a more comfortable position. "I kind of figured you wanted that, and so do I."

"You do?" she was surprised by how easily he agreed to sleep with only her and not the gaggle of girls he claims are always banging at his doorstep.

He nodded, "Of course," he took her hand in his to hold it. "What do you take me for?"

She was an egomaniac narcissist who only cared about himself, but she kept that thought to herself. "I just wasn't sure since you never said anything."

"Shit, yeah, guess I never did" he rubbed the back of his neck, looking somewhat embarrassed when he realized she was right. "Well, I'm saying it now." he looked at her for approval and smiled when he saw her nod in agreement. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a silver square foil. "Now, where were we?" He waggled his eyebrows in a flirtatious manner at her.

Instead of responding, Quinn merely shuffled to remove her underwear from beneath her skirt. She flung it over the bed to land on his jacket and shirt. She smiled seductively at him, pleased to see his stupefied expression as he tackled her onto the bed. Her quick fit of giggles soon turned into moans as he worked her body. The few remaining articles of clothing were quickly dealt with, thrown off into some corner of her bedroom as he inserted a finger inside her body. Mouth latching onto her breast as he opened her up. Her limbs arched with every touch, sending an electric current down her spine. She gasped and moaned, her release coming much faster than before. This time it took only two fingers.

Not nearly satisfied, she flipped them over, so she was the one on top now. She stared down at his perfectly tan and empty neck; she ghosted her lips over his skin. He hissed against her touch, rutting against her thigh as she reached down to stroke his member. This time he was the one moaning beneath her, his hips moving in time with her hand as she stroked his hardened member up and down, trying hard to remember what she had read online about the best ways to pleasure a man. It seemed to work because, much like her, he was coming. His semen coated her fingers and bedspread as she worked him through it.

She hadn't realized this last night, but he was still hard even though he just come. It was a sight she wasn't to, but before she could comment on it, he surged forward again. Kissing her swiftly as he all but threw the condom on. "Need to be inside you," he gasped against her mouth, picking her up by hips. "Now." That was all the warning she got as he slammed her down onto his aching member. She cried out, wrapping her arms around his neck as she rode him up and down. She tried to follow his pace, tried to match what he was doing but found in this instance that she liked him taking the lead. In fact, she preferred it. Maybe the next time, she would be the one in charge, but for now, she let him set the pace.

He had brought more than three condoms with him, but by the fourth time, she had lost feeling in her legs and found it impossible to move. She wouldn't have cared if she didn't have work the next day. She had never felt this way before. To lose oneself to such a primal urge, to feel so feral from desire. It left her breathless. Although that also could be due to the fact his head was in between her legs right now, and she swore she was experiencing utopia.

Quinn hadn't realized how much time had passed until her alarm rang out in her bedroom. Sitting up with a jolt, she was greeted by a very familiar-looking scene. Clothes were scattered about, although the broken frame was new, Logan was lying in bed next to her, and both of them were as naked as the day they were born. Her blinds and bedroom window were left open again as a gentle breeze blew by, making her curtains flutter. Groaning, she reached across her nightstand to grab her phone and typed out a message she didn't want to send.

"I'm going to need that concealer."

Sighing to herself, she knew she only had a few minutes of peace left before it exploded into a barrage of questions and accusations. Figuring a shower was in order; she moved to sidestep around the broken glass. Making a note to clean that up first before they hurt themselves. Only to be pulled back onto the bed and wrapped up in a pair of surprisingly strong arms. "It's too early," he groaned against the back of her neck, making her shiver as his hot breath tickled the back of her spine.

"I have to get ready for work." As much as she would love to stay home and sleep all day, there were experiments to finish and theories to test.

His groaning was all the answer she got. Rolling her eyes, she untangled from his hold, gasping when she felt him start to pecker her shoulders with kisses. Turning onto her side, she faced him. His eyes were still closed, and his face looked somehow exhausted and content while his usually perfectly combined hair sprouted all over the place. She wondered if she looked like that too. "Do you have any photo shoots today?"

"Not until noon," he yawned, opening his eyes briefly to look at her while he snuggled deeper into her pillow.

She swore he was such a baby sometimes. "Get some rest and lock up when you leave." She once again tried to get up to start her day but was stopped by his grabbing hold of her wrist. Looking down to ask him what now, she was surprised when he sat up just enough to give her a kiss.

"Have a good day." He managed to say before falling asleep almost instantly on her pillow.

She sat there for a moment, stunned. The act had been so sweet. Almost intimate even. Which was strange to say considering all they had done, but this felt different. She remained sitting, looking down at his unconscious form as she brushed a finger over her lips. They felt slightly swollen from how much kissing they did last night, but it wasn't unpleasant. Neither was the way he had kissed her and wished her a good day just before. She didn't understand him anymore. Before she could say without a doubt how she felt about Logan Reese, she enjoyed his friendship from time to time, but she still thought he was obnoxious. Now she wasn't entirely sure how she felt about him.