More Than Her

I froze.

I couldn't move. I couldn't think.

All I could do is remember. Remember the way his mouth moved with mine, the way he touched me, the way he made me feel like he worshipped me.

"I remember thinking how badly I wanted to be inside you," his breath came faster, heavier. And somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered that we were in a public place. But I just didn't fucking care right now. He kept going, "I remember wanting to fuck you, Amanda."

I bit my lip to stop the moan from escaping.

"Breathe," he said.

And I let out all the air I didn't know I was holding. "Do you remember?" he asked, still speaking low, that huskiness in his voice driving me crazy.

I nodded my head slowly.

His lips moved against mine, so fucking softly, I could've imagined it.

Then with his hand on the back of my head, he pulled me closer to him. Our lips touched, but didn't move. Against my mouth, he said, "I promised I wouldn't kiss you. So if you want this, you have to be the one to do it."

I did.

I did want it.

I turned so my entire body was facing him as I leaned into him. I started to move my mouth against his. I heard him moan, waiting for me to keep going. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue along his bottom lip—

"Logan?"

We both pulled apart and looked to the sound, to the girl standing at our table. She looked from Logan to me, and then back to him again.

I heard him cuss under his breath and lean back in his chair.

"I'm sorry to interrupt." She looked at us curiously for a moment, taking us in.

"What's up, Amber?" He sounded pissed.

"I just wanted to say sorry, about my brother and his friends. And what they did to your stuff. I heard they—"

Logan sat up a little. "It's fine," he cut in. "It's only stuff. I'll see you around, okay?"

She looked taken aback for second, and then recovered. "Oh, okay. See you."

Then she walked away, having no clue what she'd just interrupted.

It was silent for a while as we both caught our breaths, thinking about the mistake we were just about to make.

"Amanda—"

"I'm good to go. You ready?" I got up quickly, fished some money out of my bag and threw it on the table.

Logan

We ended up at the grocery store next. She bought groceries while I picked out a bunch of stuff I needed for my bathroom; soaps, shampoo, toothpaste, all the shit I didn't bother to take when I packed up and left the frat house.

I heard her name being called and when I looked up, I saw that same asshole from her work. He lazily walked up to her and didn't stop until he was a foot in front of her. The entire walk, he was eye-licking her. His gaze trained on her goddamn legs.

"Hey Tony, what are you doing here?" Her back was to me so I couldn’t see her reaction to his ogling, but I could hear the sweetness in her voice.

"Just buying stuff to make di

"A boy that cooks? Wow."

Pshh—I could cook.

Lie.

"Yeah, I try you know." He shrugged, smiling at her. And I know what that smile was. I've used it a hundred times before. It always worked with me. But it won't for him. Not this time.

I pulled a huge box of condoms and lube from the shelf and walked up to them. My arm went around her shoulders as I brought her into me.

I felt her body turn to me, but I never took my eyes off the asshole in front of me. "Bit close aren't you?" I bit out.

I could feel Amanda roll her eyes, she was that Goddamn dramatic.

Asshole cleared his throat. "Is this kid bothering you, Amanda?" He looked me up and down, trying to size me up.

I wanted to punch him.

I turned to face her and lifted the box of condoms and lube. "This should do us for tonight, babe, but I think we have to order online if we want them by the carton."

Her eyes went wide; a shocked expression overcame her face. She started slowly shaking her head at me. "What is wrong with you?" she whispered, as she walked away.

I followed after her, forcefully bumping shoulders with Asshole as I did.

She stayed silent while I paid for our stuff, huge box of condoms and lube included. Once we were out of the store she rushed towards my car, taking long strides. I jogged up to her and pulled on her arm to stop her. "What's wrong?"

"You can't do that, Logan. You can't just come into my life and pretend like we're something when we're not. Tony—he's a good guy. You didn't need to be like that with him."

I let go of her arm, and took in her words. "What? That guy—Tony—are you into him?"

She shrugged. "Maybe. And so what if I am?" Her chin lifted as she spoke.

I walked past her and towards the car.

"He's kind of a douchebag," I said over my shoulder.

"You don't even know him."

"Whatever. I don't need to know him. Did you see the way he was looking at you?"

She moved so she was in front of me and started walking backwards, blocking my path.

"Yeah. I did. And who's to say that I didn't like it?"

SEVENTEEN

Logan

We got home and she went straight to her room. She didn't say a word the drive home and neither did I.

I was in my room, sitting on the Goddamn floor, setting up my new computer when I heard yelling from the living room.

I went out to check what the fuck was happening. The last thing I expected to see was Amanda sitting on Ethan, while he was on his back on the floor. She was slapping the shit out of his head while he was yelling at her to stop.

What the fuck?

I didn't know whether to laugh, cheer, leave, or throw money at them.

"Hey!" I yelled.

They both turned to me—only for a second—before Amanda turned back around and started slapping his head again.

"Fucking quit it, Dimmy!" Ethan yelled, trying to squirm out from under her. She was sitting on his stomach and he couldn't get out.

"I'm not fucking going back!" she yelled. "You fucking do it!"

She started slapping him harder, not just on his head, but his chest, too. His hands were covering his face to block the hits.

"Quit it!" he yelled again.

I just stood there, hands in my front pockets, confused as all fuck.

"Dude!" Ethan said, blocking her hits and moving so he could see me. "Get this crazy bitch off me!"

I lazily pulled my hands out of my pockets and walked over to them.

"Bitch? You just called me a fucking bitch?" She started hitting him harder.

He cussed some more.

I finally pulled her off him.

I held her, facing away from me, with her arms pi

What the fuck?

Ethan finally got up, straightening his clothes.

"Screw you, Dimmy!" he spat out. "I have to be the man of the house and support a family one day. What are you going to do? Just marry some asshole and be a mom. You don't even need college for that!"

I swear to God, what happened next, actually happened.

She roared. All out roared. Like a lion. Not even joking.

She tried to squirm out of my hold and I let her. Ethan deserved at least one hit for that comment. She got in one slap, before I pulled her by her arm and brought her back to me, so she was facing me, her arms pi