More Than Her

It was the type of uncomfortable silence that's deafening to your ears.

I pulled into a spot and turned to her. She was biting her lip, looking out the windshield.

You know how sometimes you remember someone, or something, and you close your eyes but you can't imagine them. Like, you can kind of make them out in your mind, but you can't see them? It was never that case with her. If I wanted to remember her, all I had to do was close my eyes and she'd be there. I'd always picture the way she threw her head back when she laughed. The sound was so infectious; you couldn't help but laugh with her. I remember everything about her. They way her lips felt against mine. The way my fingers felt linked with hers. The way her hair felt under my touch. Those fucking moaning sounds she made. I fucking remember everything about her. Everything. Clear as day. Perfect. In every fucking sense.

"I didn't know you wore glasses." I blurt out.

"Shit," she mumbled, going through her bag. She pulled out her contacts case, brought down the visor mirror and replaced her glasses with her contacts, blinking a few times when she was done. "I better get inside." She jerked her head to the front door.

I followed the movement and saw a bunch of guys hanging out the front. They were all drunk, cussing, and pushing each other around. She stepped out of the car, and I found myself doing the same.

I walked next to her, hands in my pockets.

"What are you doing?" she questioned, walking a bit closer to me as we passed the guys.

"I haven't eaten all day." I shrugged.

Plus, I've been here before, and I know how I treated the girls that worked here. I'm sure as shit not going to let some asshole treat her like that.

Logan

One of the guys from the team happened to be here, so we sat, totally by coincidence, on a table in Amanda's area. We ordered and ate together before he had to leave to get to his girlfriend’s dorm before her roommate came back.

Basically, he left to get laid.

Amanda was leaning on the bar; waiting for drinks, talking to the guy prepping them. He said something and she laughed, that same laugh I remembered so well. I eyed the guy that was laughing with her. And even though I had no right, I was jealous. Not because she was talking to him. Not even because they might be flirting with each other right now. But I was jealous because in my mind, those laughs belonged to me.

I walked up behind her and cleared my throat. The guy she was talking to stood to full height, squaring his shoulders when he saw me. Like I was a fucking threat to her.

She slowly turned around and looked up at me, "You all done?" She was actually smiling.

"Uh, yeah." I was still looking at the guy, who'd crossed his arms and was now staring me down. I felt a light tapping on my arm and tore my eyes away from that asshole to see Amanda's fingers on me, trying to get my attention. I brought my gaze to hers. "Yeah, I'm done. What time does your shift end?"

"Midnight."

I looked at my watch. Four hours to go. "I'll just wait here and give you a ride when you're done."

"What?" she said, laughing at me.

I don't know why. I didn't think it's fu

"You can't wait, Logan. It's hours from now. What are you going to do here?"

"Dude," asshole bartender interrupted us. "My shift ends at the same time. I'll giver her a ride."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Amanda," I said, looking straight at him, "I'll take us home when you're done."

Instantly, I was being dragged by my arm into a random abandoned hallway.

She pushed me up against a wall, her tiny frame blocking me in. There was fire in her eyes.

I was getting turned on.

"Did you work it out?" She cocked an eyebrow.

"What are you talking about?" My hand went out to touch her waist, because when she was this close, all I wanted to do was touch her.

She was too quick to swat it away.

"Did you work out whose dick was bigger?"

I chuckled.

Her eyebrows rose.

I moved in to kiss her.

She pushed me away. "Quit. Fucking. Kissing. Me!"

Then she turned in her spot and stormed off. Her short shorts showed off her amazingly toned legs.

Logan: I think I may have a problem.

Dad: If it's red, itchy or inflamed, come straight home and notify everyone.

Logan: Ha Ha. Seriously though, is there some sort of medical condition involved with the uncontrollable need to kiss someone?

Dad: Why are you asking this?

Logan: Because I can't quit kissing this girl.

Dad: No medical condition. Maybe you just like her.

Logan: That makes more sense. I thought for sure it was my body’s way of telling me something.

Dad: Like what? That maybe you more than like her?

Logan: You may be right.

I waited around until she was done, which surprisingly didn't drag on as much as I thought it would. She didn't argue when I told her I was staying, and no guys attempted to hit on her, so it was a win/win for me.

She was silent the drive home, and when I pulled up to the curb; I realized it was because she'd fallen asleep.

I nudged her, "We're home."

She started to blink, those big blue eyes trying to focus. When they finally did, they landed right on me. "I was so tired," she whispered, her voice scratchy.

"You want me to carry you in?"

She laughed through a yawn. "No, I'm okay." Her eyes started to close again.

"Amanda?"

"Yeah, Logan?"

"I really am sorry." Her eyes snapped open and fixed on mine. We sat there, staring at each other for so long, neither making a move to get out. I continued, "Last night...the things you said-"

"I can't," She shook her head. "I can't talk about this with you. Not now. Not yet. Okay?"

"Okay."

She moved to open her door and was halfway out when she turned to me, "Are you not coming in?"

"I uh, I don't have a bed. I was just go

"Oh yeah," she said, like she'd just remembered. "Wait. You drove me to work, stayed through my six hour shift, drove me home, and now you're basically driving back there to crash?"

I nodded

"That's stupid." She turned to face me. "I have one of those pullout beds under mine. You can uh...you can sleep there. I'll swap rooms with Ethan or something..." she trailed off.

I looked into the house; it was pitch black. "He's probably sleeping, don't wake him, it's fine. Honestly, Amanda." Another yawn broke through.

"You're too tired to drive." Her eyes met mine, before looking away. "Anyway, we're both mature adults. I'm sure we can stay in the same room without killing each other, right?"

I smiled at her. "Right."

***

She made up my bed and went to the bathroom. We hadn't said a word to each other since we came in. I stood in her room awkwardly and waited until she came back.

She'd changed into a high school football jersey; it was three or four sizes too big. I automatically wondered who it belonged to.

She got into her bed and pulled the covers over her. She avoided looking at me.