Logan sprawled across the bed while I sat cross-legged at his desk, typing up notes for our project and doing my best to ignore him.
“You’re seriously gonna sit all the way over there?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said firmly, not looking up from my laptop. “Because I’m actually trying to work.”
A few seconds later, I felt him behind me. He leaned over my shoulder, his breath warm against my neck as he peered at the screen. I tried to focus on the words in front of me. Logan hummed, his other hand sliding to rest casually on my thigh. My heart skipped a beat, and my fingers freezing on the keyboard.
“Logan, stop it.”
“What? I’m reading.” He was playing with me. I could hear the smirk in his voice. I didn’t feel the courage to move, look at him, or even breathe, afraid that if I did any of that, I’d totally lose it.
“Focus,” I said it more to myself than to him.
“I am. On the right thing.” His arm brushed against mine.
“It would be better if you help.” I turned to glare at him, only to find his face inches from mine, his eyes darker than usual. My breath hitched, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just him. Then he smirked, and the spell broke.
“Alright. You’re no fun. What’s this?” he asked, pointing to a section of my notes. I didn’t know why it made me feel a bit disappointed. “There is no way I’m saying that during the presentation?”
I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, trying to steady my racing heart. “You are if you want to pass.”
“I won’t be able to memorize that. What does that word even mean? Please, have mercy.”
I shrugged. “You can wing it with your usual charm and hope for the best.”
“Charm works,” he flopped back onto the bed with a grin. “Especially on you.”
I scoffed. “Keep dreaming!”
I turned back to my laptop, determined to ignore him, but it wasn’t long before he pulled me back in—this time, quite literally. One moment, I was typing; the next, I was in his lap, his hands steady on my waist.
“Logan!” I yelped, half-laughing, half-panicking as he grinned up at me.
“See? This is way more fun than studying.”
I could feel the electricity between us, the air thick with anticipation. Logan's eyes were locked onto mine, his gaze smoldering with desire. He didn't need to say a word; his intentions were clear. Before I could respond, he kissed me. His hands slid under my shirt, his thumbs brushing against my skin in a way that made my head spin. For a few blissful seconds, I let myself get lost in him.
His lips left mine, trailing a path down my neck. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as his mouth found that sensitive spot just below my ear. He nipped at my skin, his teeth grazing against my flesh. A soft moan escaped my lips, and I felt him smile against my neck. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and husky.
“Mmhh," I breathed, my hands tangling in his hair as he continued to explore my neck with his mouth. He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my skin and sending a shiver down my spine. His hands moved to my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra. I arched into his touch, my body aching for more.
But then reality crashed back, and I scrambled off his lap, my face burning. “W-we can’t do this.”
“You keep saying that, but you don’t really believe it.”
His lips were slightly swollen. I couldn’t break away from them.
“You’re impossible.” I said.
“And you like it.”