Chloe was sitting in the front passenger seat, which made things more complicated.
Mia and I strolled over to Logan's car, and settled into the rear seat. Logan's eyes met mine through the car's rearview mirror, his gaze filled with a mixture of curiosity and concern."Why is that guy with you again, kiddo?" Logan asked, with hint of annoyance in his tone, directing his question to me."Logan, He's our friend. Liam's been a friend for ages. It's only natural that he hangs out with us," I retorted, trying my best to hide my unease."He likes you, doesn't he?" Logan asked , his curiosity evident in his probing tone."Yes, he does like me. What's the issue you have with that?" I snapped, my frustration and confusion mounting as the tension between us grew."Ah, this kid..." Logan started, letting out a sigh as his voice faded. Mia, ever the peacemaker in our group, decided to step in. "Enough already with your squabble, you two! Let's not make the car ride uncomfortable," she chimed in, her tone reflecting her desire to diffuse the escalating tension.I nodded in agreement with Mia's sentiment, realizing that debating with Logan over Liam and Chloe was not going to result in a fruitful conversation. So I kept my thoughts to myself, not wanting to make things more complicated with Logan. On our way back home, as we sat in the car, the familiar chime of a text message interrupted our conversation. Upon glancing at my phone I realized it was our test results.My friend Mia, expressed her relief. "Our results are out, Blaire. Thank goodness my score isn't too bad," she exclaimed with a hint of nervousness in her voice.I took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. I replied "Let me check mine too," and opened my message to view the results of my test"What you're score, kiddo?" Logan queried. Logan, Mia's protective older brother, asked his voice revealing a trace of curiosity regarding my test results. Panic welled up inside me, knowing that my score was significantly lower than Mia's, and Chloe, the reason I was feeling uneasy, sat in the car with us. Chloe was well known for her condescending attitude, often claiming that her academic prowess exceeded everyone else's."Huh," I muttered in response, pretending not to have heard Logan's question clearly. My heart raced with anxiety, my mind wrestling with concerns about how Logan and Chloe would react to my average score. Particularly Chloe had a knack for belittling people based on their accomplishments, and I wasn't prepared for her judgment.Logan, seemingly growing more curious and concerned, pressed for an answer. "Results, baby. " he repeated, his eagerness to know evident.Without giving me a chance to respond, he reached for my phone, as he was driving, and proceeded to check my results, my pulse quickened even further. I couldn't help but wonder what he might say and how he would respond . Was he going to be dissappointed? Would he be mad at me? My fear also extended to Chloe, fearing that she might make fun of me.However, as Logan handed my phone back without uttering a word, I was still nervous. It was really an emotionally charged moment, my thoughts a chaotic jumble, filled with uncertainties and apprehensions about how this discovery might affect my relationship with Logan and the presence of Chloe, who had a tendency to look down upon those who didn't perform well in school. Upon reaching home, Mia and I prepared to exit the car, but Logan held me back, signaling that he wanted to talk with me privately. We watched as Chloe and Mia went inside the house, leaving us in the car. Chloe's displeasure was evident, likely stemming from her own desire to keep Logan's attention solely on her, but she had to share it with me now.In this secluded moment, my heart still raced from the earlier revelation of my low math score. I was anxious about how Logan would react. Would he be disappointed? Angry? My apprehension was palpable.When Logan finally spoke, he addressed my low math score "Your score is low in mathematics." But to my surprise, it was not with criticism or anger. Instead, he offered to help. He suggested, "Let me tutor you when I'm free.""Truly? Alright," I breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing that Logan's reaction to my test results was not at all what I had anticipated. His calm acceptance and the offer to help me improve my arithmetic test scores eased my anxious heart. His understanding and consideration spoke volumes about the depth of our connection.I couldn't help but reflect on the way Logan had chosen not to confront me about my test results in front of Chloe. I realized that it wasn't due to a lack of concern; rather, it was a deliberate act of kindness. Logan was considerate about my feelings, knowing that I might have been hurt or embarrassed if he had openly discussed my results in front of Chloe. It was a gesture of protection and an affirmation of our bond.Logan's intention to save me from possible embarrassment was both heartwarming and comforting. It reaffirmed the idea that our relationship was based on trust and an unwavering support for each other. I was appreciative of his understanding, knowing that his priority was my happiness and well-being.As we exited the car, Logan said, "Don't dwell on your results right now," offering an understanding smile as he gently patted my head. He didn't focus on how well I did. Instead, he focused on my well-being," You must be starving. Let's go get some food," suggesting we grab some food. I followed him into the house with a sense of gratitude for his understanding and the bond we shared.Logan came over the following day to tutor me at home. Mia had other plans with Sean, and she didn't want to put up with Logan's rigorous teaching style. In my case, I couldn't turn down Logan's offer, especially since my recent math test result had been quite average.We settled in the study room, surrounded by textbooks and notes. Logan began to explain mathematical concepts, diving into formulas and problems that often felt like they were flying over my head. Despite the complexity, I forced myself to concentrate because, after all, it was Logan who was instructing and teaching me.pointing at a problem on the textbook, Logan stated, "Alright, Blaire, let's start with this equation. Remember the formula we discussed earlier? It will help you solve this."I nodded, trying my best to concentrate and learn from him. Despite the weariness washing over me, I forced myself to keep my eyes wide open and pay attention during the study session.The hours passed, and Logan's dedication to helping me began to pay off as I slowly grasped the intricate math problems before me. Logan swiftly retreated to the kitchen, allowing me to finish my studies. I kept turning pages in my book. However, my concentration wavered when my phone lit up with a new message. It was from Liam. As I reached for my phone, I didn't realize Logan returning from the kitchen. My curiosity had caught his attention.He leaned over to take a quick look at my phone, and upon reading the message, he swiftly snatched it before I could even pick up phone. I spun around in surprise, bewildered, only to discover my phone firmly in Logan's grasp. I rose from my chair and tried to get my phone back, but there was a significant height difference between us.I had to jump to try and grab it back. As my hand extended towards my phone, Logan effortlessly circled his strong veiny arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him in one fluid motion. I was caught off guard by the move and I couldn't help but jump slightly in response. The gap between us had vanished, and my heart raced as his arm held me firmly against him."I don't like to see my kid getting distracted," Logan remarked, his tone laced with a hint of jealousy.I took my phone back from his grasp, my heart still racing from the sudden intimacy. Sitting back down in my chair, I took a deep breath to calm my racing heart and continued to focus on my studies.Logan handed me an equation to figure out. As I concentrated on the equations, I noticed he had sat down on a nearby chair. His eyes closed briefly, and I realized he had been working hard despite his busy schedule to help me. Mischievous thoughts crept into my mind, and I contemplated drawing on his face with a marker. The marker was in my hand, and I approached softly towards him. Just as I was about to carry out my little act of mischief, he swiftly grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him. I ended up in his lap."What trick are you trying to pull now, kiddo?" Holding me in his lap, Logan asked, amusement dancing in his eyes. "I was just..." I began, trying to squirm out of his grasp, but he was surprisingly firm.He tenderly took my face in his hands and turned it towards his, our eyes locking. The space between our faces had diminished considerably, and I could feel my heart racing.The air was charged with an unexplainable tension. Our breaths mingled, and I couldn't help but wonder how we had transitioned from being mischievous to being this close.As our eyes locked in that tender moment, the world appeared to slow down, and the distance between our lips narrowed to a mere whisper. It felt as though an invisible force was gently drawing us closer, the atmosphere electric with anticipation. Our breaths synchronized, dancing in unison, creating an intimate connection that defied words. Every heartbeat echoed the undeniable chemistry that existed between us, like a soft, romantic melody that only the two of us could hear. The world around us faded away, leaving nothing but the promise of an almost kiss.Our eyes met, in that intimate moment, and time seemed to stop. There was a tenderness in Logan's gaze, a hint of uncertainty and nervousness that mirrored my own feelings. His heart's feeble pulse was audible to me, an unspoken testament to the depth of the connection we shared. Being held securely in his arms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. Logan had held me in his arms since I was a baby, cradling me close with the same protective strength he had now. As I gazed into Logan's eyes, I couldn't help but notice how cozy his embrace was and how our unspoken understanding was as I looked into his eyes. In his arms, I had always found solace and a sense of belonging, and in that moment, it was a reminder of the enduring love and care that defined our relationship.In that incredibly close and intimate moment, it felt like we were alone in our own world. There was something special in the air, a blend of emotions and unspoken feelings that we had never acknowledged before
As I wandered through the company premises, lost in my curiosity, I unexpectedly bumped into Stella. She was a senior trainer responsible for training female bodyguards, and I had met her a few times. Unlike Chloe, Stella was genuinely nice and had a friendly demeanor. "Blaire, how are you?" Stella exclaimed with genuine happiness upon seeing me."I good. How are you doing?" I asked, reciprocating her warm greeting."Great. What are you doing here?" she asked with curiosity in her eyes.I responded "Logan brought me here," realizing that it was quite an unusual occurrence."Did he? That's a first. Logan rarely likes to bring anyone to his workplace. In fact, nobody has ever seen him with a girl here." She paused and then continued, "Wait a minute, are you the girl he brought in this morning, hand in hand?" Stella's curiosity was piqued as she connected the dots.I nodded in confirmation, admitting, "Yeah, that was me."Stella's face lit up with a knowing smile, and she divulged the i
In that small, confined space within the changing room, I turned to see who had pulled me inside, only to find myself face to face with Logan. He was clad in nothing but a towel wrapped securely around his waist, his bronzed skin still glistening from his recent shower. The droplets of water clung to his hair, and I couldn't help but marvel at the tantalizing sight he presented.The proximity between us was unnervingly close, the room providing little space for movement. The close quarters had me acutely aware of every inch that separated us. I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, the subtle scent of his shower gel mingling with the clean, fresh scent of the room.Our sudden proximity ignited a whirlwind of emotions within me. It was an unexpected and intimate encounter, one that intensified the connection between us in a way I had never experienced before. The tension in the air was palpable, the atmosphere charged with an electric current that seemed to pull us even closer
Logan chose to make a move that left me utterly surprised. He rose from his chair with a graceful, almost fluid motion, bringing him closer to where I was seated. My wide-eyed expression likely mirrored the astonishment I felt as he extended his hand and gently placed it on my cheek."Logan," I murmured in response, the name escaping my lips in an almost breathless manner. His touch sent a shiver of unexpected excitement coursing through me.In a teasing tone, he remarked, "Still eating like a kid." With that, he carefully wiped a piece of food from the corner of my mouth, his touch tender and caring. It was a simple gesture, meant to ensure I had not missed a trace of the delightful meal he had prepared.The moment held a certain intimacy that was hard to ignore. The world seemed to stand still as Logan's fingertips brushed against my skin. I couldn't help but be taken aback by the gentleness and tenderness in his actions. It was a side of him that was rarely on display, and it reson
Logan's perspectiveToday was, without a doubt, one of those remarkable days that would forever stand out in my memory. It was a testament to how a seemingly ordinary day could transform into an extraordinary one, all because of one person - my kid, Blaire.After I dropped Blaire off at her home, I returned to my own house. The familiar and comforting sight of my parents greeted me as I entered. They were seated on the couch, engaged in one of their in-depth conversations, their voices harmonizing in the background. The low murmur of their exchange was a soothing backdrop to the events that had unfolded throughout the day.However, as I ascended the stairs to my room and stepped into the shower, the relentless cascade of water served as a catalyst for deep contemplation. It was during this solitary moment that I allowed myself to confront the swirling thoughts and emotions that had been building throughout the day.As the water cascaded over me in the shower, I replayed the events of
The ringing of my phone pierced through the room, breaking the otherwise serene atmosphere. I reached over and picked up the call, my curiosity piqued by the unexpected interruption. A voice, brimming with enthusiasm, greeted me on the other end. It was an invitation, but not just any invitation. It was an opportunity, an open door to adventure and connection.The essence of the offer was simple yet enthralling. A group of students had extended a generous gesture, inviting me to join them on a camping trip. What set this proposition apart, making it all the more captivating, was the knowledge that this camp was organized by none other than Blaire's school. The realization that her school was behind the event added a layer of intrigue to the whole idea.Ordinarily, I might have had to decline such an invitation due to my demanding work commitments. The responsibilities at the company were pressing, and they often dictated my schedule. But something within me stirred at the thought of t
Logan's perspective As we embarked on the journey, my mind was too focused on one person in particular – Blaire. I couldn't help but worry about her health, knowing her history of car sickness. The mere idea of a long car ride had never appealed to her, and the prospect of feeling unwell during the trip was something she undoubtedly dreaded.For the initial fifteen minutes or so, it seemed like Blaire was enjoying herself. She was engaged in spirited conversations with her friends, laughing, and sharing stories that added a cheerful melody to the atmosphere inside the bus. Her eyes twinkled with delight, and her laughter was infectious.Nevertheless, the happy atmosphere was short-lived, and slowly but surely, a shadow of discomfort began to descend upon her. The signs were subtle at first – a subtle frown, a hand on her stomach, a slight furrow of her brow. Blaire was trying to push through the sensation, to maintain the illusion of seamless travel with her friends. She was not one
The day had finally come, and I couldn't contain my excitement. Our destination promised not only the beauty of nature but also the chance to connect with the warm-hearted villagers. What made this day even more extraordinary for me was the unexpected presence of Logan, my overprotective guardian. To be honest, I had not anticipated him joining us on this trip, and his surprise appearance added an extra layer of fun and adventure to the journey.Reflecting on the bus ride that had brought us here, I couldn't help but feel perplexed. How had Logan, of all people, managed to discern that I wasn't feeling well on the bus? I had done my best to mask my discomfort, as everyone around me was engaged in their own conversations and distractions. Despite my queasiness, I had attempted to maintain a facade of well-being. Logan's ability to perceive my unease, even when I was trying to put on a brave face, left me wondering about the depth of his understanding and concern. As Liam and I embarke
As Logan's confession hung in the air, my mind swirled with a whirlwind of emotions, each sentiment vying for dominance within the confines of my consciousness. The unexpected revelation from the guy I had always secretly crushed on had transcended the boundaries of my expectations, leaving me suspended in a moment of surreal disbelief.His words, spoken with a sincerity that echoed through the tranquil surroundings, echoed in my ears. "Blaire, I've come to realize that my feelings for you run deeper than I initially understood. I'm in love with you."The gravity of those words settled in, weaving through the threads of our shared history and experiences. I looked into his eyes, searching for any trace of doubt or uncertainty, but all I found was a vulnerability that mirrored my own.The weeks following Logan's confession were a whirlwind of emotions and self-discovery. As summer break approached, Logan and I decided to return to our hometown. The decision to reveal our newfound relat
Logan's perspective As the night settled, and Blaire retired to bed, I found Chloe immersed in her phone, the glow of the screen casting a faint light on her thoughtful expression. With a sense of urgency, I approached her, the weight of the conversation ahead lingering in the air."Chloe, there's something I need to talk to you about," I began, my voice carrying a blend of concern and determination.Her gaze lifted from the phone, meeting mine with a curious yet attentive expression. "What is it, Logan?" she asked, the subtlest hint of apprehension present in her eyes.Chloe looked at me, a flicker of concern crossing her face. "What's going on, Logan?""I've been doing a lot of thinking, and I think it's time for us to end things," he admitted, his gaze steady but remorseful.Her eyes widened in surprise, "End things? What do you mean?"I sighed and confessed. "I've come to realize that my feelings for you aren't real. It's not fair to continue a relationship when my heart isn't fu
The day unfolded with an air of normalcy in my classes, but as I stepped out, the familiar faces that greeted me carried an unexpected twist. Mia, my best friend, stood there, a sight that filled me with both surprise and joy. It had felt like ages since our last encounter. Yet, as I scanned the faces beside her, a pang of melancholy crept in—Logan, with whom I shared an intricate connection, stood next to Mia. Alongside him was Chloe, a presence that stirred an unexpected sadness within me.Mia, sensing the mixed emotions, rushed towards me, and our reunion was marked by a heartfelt embrace. Tears welled in both our eyes as we held onto each other, the passage of time and the complexities of life momentarily eclipsed by the strength of our friendship."Haven't seen you in forever!" Mia exclaimed, her voice tinged with a blend of excitement and emotion."I know, it's been too long," I replied, a genuine smile breaking through the layers of my initial surprise."I missed you so much,"
The morning unfolded with a haze of distraction as I found myself unable to focus on my work. My thoughts, like a reel of memories, replayed the night with Logan—the clandestine encounter that unfolded in this very classroom. The vivid recollections painted a provocative scene: Logan and I entwined on this table, the room a witness to the crescendo of our shared desire. The table, once a symbol of study sessions and academic pursuits, now bore the imprint of our entwined moments. It became a canvas where the strokes of passion painted an intimate masterpiece.He, with a deliberate closeness, was inside me, the table beneath us becoming an altar of shared intimacy.The echo of our shared passion lingered in the air, a melody that played on repeat in the corridors of my mind. The soft moans, the rhythmic symphony of our connection, seemed to resonate within the walls, creating an intimate ambiance that transcended the daylight pouring through the windows.This time was different; there
"Kiddo, it's me," Logan's voice echoed through the room, his presence revealed as he casually grabbed the stick, the one I had wielded moments ago in a burst of self-defense."Logan?" I stammered, flabbergasted by the sudden revelation. The tension in the room deflated, replaced by a mix of confusion and relief. "I thought I was in the middle of a suspense thriller, waiting for a psycho serial killer to jump out and catch me off guard." I admitted, a nervous laugh escaping as I tried to process the unexpected turn of events.Logan, now visible in the dim light, chuckled. "No psychos here, just me," he quipped, a mischievous glint in his eyes.A wave of embarrassment washed over me as I realized the absurdity of my self-defense stance against a familiar face. "I was so caught up in my thoughts and the whole sculpture incident that I let my imagination run wild," I confessed, sheepishly lowering the stick.Logan raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his face. "Well, at least I know you'
The hum of creativity buzzed through the art class as everyone was engrossed in sculpting their masterpieces. Maya and I decided to venture to the supply area to replenish my dwindling clay reserves for my ongoing project. As we strolled towards the shelves, engaged in a lively conversation, my focus momentarily shifted, and in a moment of inadvertent clumsiness, I accidentally knocked into something.A soft thud followed by the unmistakable crash of a sculpture meeting the floor disrupted the ambient noise of the art room. Startled, I turned around to assess the aftermath of my unintentional collision. To my dismay, a guy who had been meticulously working on his sculpture was now picking up the pieces of his shattered creation from the floor."I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, rushing over to assist in the salvage effort. Maya joined in, her expression a mix of concern and amusement.The guy, still crouched on the floor, looked up with a blend of frustration and understanding. "It's alrigh
As I clung to Logan's back, attempting to reach for my phone, I responded to Mia's question, "He was just saying they miss me." Mia chuckled on the other end, seemingly amused by the impromptu piggyback ride. Logan, holding the phone at arm's length, looked at Mia with a glint in his eyes. "Mia, spill the beans." I tightened my grip around him, still attempting to retrieve my phone and curious about Mia's response. “It's nothing, Logan.” Mia hesitated, a mix of nervousness and hesitation evident in her voice. A playful smirk appeared on Logan's face as he continued, "Fine. Don't tell me. I think it's time to freeze your credit card, Mia." The playful threat left Mia with no choice, realising the playful seriousness in his tone, had no choice but to share the details. Mia, with an apologetic tone, uttered, "Sorry Blaire," and continued, "Liam was sharing details about the day he poured his heart out to Blaire," Mia revealed. Without waiting for further response, she swiftly ended t
Logan's house stood as both a familiar and somewhat contentious space. The air seemed charged with unresolved emotions as we entered. As we reached the living area, Logan, attempting to ease the tension, inquired, "What would you like to eat, kiddo?""I'm not hungry," I replied curtly, my frustration evident in the clipped tone of my voice. Climbing the stairs felt like ascending into a realm of conflicting emotions. In the quiet expanse of the staircase, Logan's presence enveloped me. He emerged from behind, his hand gently intertwining with mine, and with a subtle yet purposeful gesture, he halted me in the middle of the stairs. Each step became a suspended moment, as I stood on one stair, and he, a step below, locked eyes with me. Logan's gaze bore into mine, a glint of mischief dancing in his eye. "You know, when you're sulking and look at me with those sparkling eyes, you look so cute," he said, his tone a delicate melody that resonated in the quiet space. The corners of his li
The morning unfolded in a cascade of unfortunate events. After nights of restless sleep due to my project, I found myself engulfed in the clutches of exhaustion, causing me to oversleep by hours. As the realization of my tardiness struck, panic set in, and I scrambled to get ready. My roommates, understanding the urgency, waited patiently for me, but I insisted they proceed ahead to avoid any delay on their part.Adding to the chaotic morning, I found myself burdened with the weight of my sculpture, a tangible representation of both my creativity and the challenges I faced. With a heavy load in tow, I embarked on a quest to catch the bus, only to discover that the familiar vehicle had departed without me. Undeterred, I stationed myself at the bus stop, the minutes ticking away as I anxiously awaited the next bus, hoping it would arrive soon to rescue me from the clutches of lateness.In the midst of my bus-related woes, a sudden honk jolted me from my anxious reverie. As I turned to i