I was officially Logan's girlfriend.

Once, I don't remember when exactly since it has been quite a long time now, my mom talked about something called butterflies in the stomach.

I thought she was crazy.

Now that I think back to that day, she wasn't so crazy after all. Things that were buzzing, and flattering in my stomach couldn't have been anything but the butterfly's mom told me about, and it was absolutely amazing.

The drive back to school was a completely different story from the drive to the ice-cream shop. This time, I was at peace. This time, Logan took my hand on his as he drove. The more than occasional looks and smiles we threw each other, promised a lot to come, and I was looking forward to it.

"So, um... I guess we will see each other tomorrow then?" I asked after he'd parked his car and walked me to mine hand in hand.

"Is that what you want?"

Was he kidding?

"To see you tomorrow?" I asked, a little confused. "Of course, I wanna see you tomorrow."

He must have seen my confused state because he smirked before he took a step closer, and another one until he was a few inches away from me.

"I wanna kiss you so bad." His eyes lowered to my lips.

I stopped breathing. Literally. Even if it was just for a few seconds. I wanted that. Just as much as he did, but there? On the parking lot? I let my eyes grazed across the parking and of course, we weren't alone.

"I know what you are thinking," he said. "C'mon, we are dating now. These things happen all the time."

Apparently, the fact that we declared that we were dating less than an hour ago, basically away from everybody else, meant that we could show affection and go all kissy-kissy right in the middle of the parking lot.

Yeah, no.

The moment he took a step, closing the distance between us, I bolted, right inside my car. I flung my car door open and threw myself inside like a speedy Gonzales.

I want to clarify something here. I did not throw myself in the car to get away from him. No way in hell. God knows I wanted to kiss him back. I threw myself like that to escape the prying eyes of the kids who were still roaming the parking lot. I was not ready to face another episode of rumors. Dating or not.

Logan blinked, then took a step backward and bent down so he could see me inside the car. He stood there like that staring at me. I stared right back at him.

"Err..." He furrowed his eyebrows.

I scraped up the rest of my flushed face and produced an apologetic smile before I waved my hands like a maniac gesturing around the parking lot.

"People were watching."

He closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head like he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Move over," he said.

He sat down on the driver seat after I moved to the passenger seat. For a long moment, he just stared at the parking lot through the windshield. I continued to look at him.

"What are you doing later today?" He finally turned his head around to look at me.

I was sure I would be spending the rest of my evening mooning over the fact that I had a boyfriend, and it's was him. But I didn't tell him that. Instead, I pretended to think.

"Um, I just need to finish an assignment I have, and I wanted to make dinner for my mom and..."

His lips were on mine. I don't know when he'd wiggled himself closer to the middle compartment. I didn't care. All I knew was he was here, now, kissing me long and hard, passionately and hungry.

When he finally let go, I was out of breath. That was..., that was..., oh hell, I don't know what that was. But whatever it was, I wanted more of it. No, I needed more of it.

"See? that wasn't so bad, was it?"

The way he hovered closer to my face got me ready to pass out. I sat there, blinking, wondering whether he was going to lean in again. I wanted him to.

"Do you wanna go back to my house with me?"

Absolutely.

What? I was losing my mind. That's the first answer I thought about? Shame on me. I mean, I knew what that could lead to, and I was much smarter than that. But apparently, the sound of his husky and deep voice threw all my smartness out the window of the car.

"Yeah, I do."

Crap.

The side of his lips pulled up on one side in a smirk before he took a deep breath and moved his head closer to my neck, nuzzling his nose against the side of my hair. My eyes involuntarily closed as an eclectic wave passed through my body.

And then it was gone.

I understood why once I opened my eyes. He wasn't hovering close to me anymore. He was calmly sitting back against the drivers' seat.

"So, follow me there?"

I nodded. All I could do was nod.

Long after he was gone, I still sat there unmoving, staring at the now empty seat. I was able to come back to reality only because of the brazing honk from the car behind. I jumped and clutched at my chest before I turned around to see Logan's car parked behind mine.

He honked his car one last time and drove off, leaving me to gather myself and finally, climbed to the driver's seat.

*****

The dude was picture-perfect.

He stood there, his back against the hood of his car. His legs crossed against one another, and his hands folded on his chest.

Perfect pose.

While he patiently waited for me to get out of my car, his eyes calmly watched my every move, and when I finally got closer to him, he raised his hand out for me to take, then led me inside the house.

"You want something to drink?"

"Yeah, some water, please."

"Really? We have some wine if you want? Or beer. Depends on your preferences."

Nope. No alcohol. Staying sober was of utmost importance.

He opened the fridge and took out one can of a beer before he opened it, took a swig then turned towards me and raised his eyebrow.

I shook my head. "Um, no. Water will be fine."

"Suit yourself."

He poured me a glass of water and extended his hand in front of me. Here's a few things I should have seen. I should have noticed the way Logan had angled his head peculiarly. Like he was waiting for a chance. Like a python stalking his play.

I should have noticed how he subtly pulled his hand back. Effectively drawing me in. His stance was almost of a relaxed person, but I should have noticed a change in it. Most importantly, I should have noticed how calculative his eyes had gotten. I didn't.

Big mistake.

The moment I was within his territory, he pounced. Logan could move fast. For a moment, I wasn't sure what was happening. He grabbed my hand and twisted me around causing my back to slam on his awaiting chest. I had no idea when he had put the glass of water down, but with the hand he was holding the glass with a few moments ago, he pulled my waist against himself.

I yelped and squirmed against his chest in both shock and pressure. Through the fabric of both our clothes, I could feel his protruding manhood pressing against my lower back. With his free hand, slowly, he reached around my neck and brushed the strands of my hair to the side.

They say when the one you love does that kind of thing; it was magical. They were wrong. That wasn't just as simple as that. That was magic mixed with science.

Never have I ever in my life, felt what I was feeling at that moment. Not even on that day we kissed. Goosebumps erupted from my neck, spreading down my arms and all over the rest of my body. And when just as slowly he brushed his soft lips on my neck, I lost it. My knees almost buckled under me.

Part of me knew I needed to find an excuse to get myself out of that situation before I lose my mind completely and give him everything he wanted. There and then. Another part of me wanted to stay in the moment. To let myself feel the things he was making me feel. Just for a few more minutes.

"Logan, " I breathed his name.

"Yeah?"

"I..."

"What?" He trailed little bites along the back of my neck, gradually causing me to shudder in pleasure "Tell me."

"I..." I swallowed.

"You can tell me, Amelia. Anything," he whispered.

"I... uh... I need to use a bathroom."

He stiffened.

"What?"

"Yeah."

"Now?"

"Yes, now."

Let me tell you. There was no going anywhere unless he wanted me to. I tried to wiggle my way out of his hold, but it was like I was glued to him.

He took a deep breath behind me, and I knew he was ready to let go. Thank God.

"Okay." He let go of his breath. "Let me show you."

For the first time, I went further than the two rooms I've seen in his house. Logan led me down the corridor and up, one flight of stairs. My curiosity got my eyes to wander around the place wildly. But no matter how hard I looked, I could only see a few doors, and even those were closed.

Bummer.

I wondered where Logan's room was.

He stopped in front of a door located a few doors away from the others on the left side from the stairs and gestured for me to go inside.

"Thanks."

"Yeah, I'll be down in the kitchen, alright? Just come down when you are done."

I could breathe properly again. Inside the bathroom, I leaned my back against the door and closed my eyes to take a second for myself. When I was calmed enough, I stirred to the sink and splashed cold water on my face before sitting down on the toilet seat.

After I was done, slowly I opened the door and took a step outside, and that was when I heard it. Muffled voices coming from downstairs. I couldn't understand it first, so I took quick steps and reached the stairs. From there I could hear it clearly, voices coming from downstairs. One I knew was Logan's and the other one I didn't know, but it sounded like an older male. An angry older male, to be exact.

"You are going to give me the money, or I swear you gonna regret it," the elderly voice boomed.

"No, I won't. I'm not gonna give you money to go drink and waste your life on drugs. Forget it," Logan's boomed right back.

"Don't you dare belittle me, boy. You brats think you got it all huh? You are just naïve little kids and I said I need money, now. That company belonged to my brother, and I have the right to take whatever I want, whenever I want."

I flinched as his voice rumbled throughout the whole house. Even I who was tucked safely upstairs got scared. I couldn't imagine Logan who was closer to him...

Logan.

I was up and already descending the stairs like a bulldoze. I didn't want to interfere with whatever affairs that took place on that house, but one thought about him, hurt, got me to increase my speed.

The sight that met me almost made want to hightail back upstairs, but one look on the brazing, almost dangerous eyes of the other guy grounded me in place. I mean, both their eyes were a brazing hurricane, but at least I was getting used to Logan's.

"Logan?"

Both men turned to look at me at the same time. The pure force of their eyes literally made me took a step back. I almost regretted calling him.

There was something familiar about the other guy. I just couldn't put my finger on it. Maybe if he had bothered to shave his beard, I would have had gotten a clear picture of him.

"Go back upstairs, Amelia."

I've heard Logan's growling voice before, but this was something else. He was angry. I heard the raw amount of it on his voice, but I refused to leave him alone with that man. Whoever he was.

"What? No." I protested. "Do you want me to call the police?"

"Who the fuck is this little bitch?"

The way the guy spoke and the way his eyes wandered from my head to my toes made me want to cover myself with my hands to feel some sort of privacy. It felt like his eyes were stripping me naked.

Something wasn't right with him. His slight slurring speech and bloodshot eyes spoke all kinds of trouble. When he took a step towards me, Logan in a flash, was in front of me.

"Don't you dare. Don't you dare take another step closer to her or I swear to God..."

The guy stopped. His eyes twitched a few times before a smirk formed against his mustache covered mouth.

"Just leave, uncle William. Please, just go."

That explained the familiarity, but still, my eyes widen. Uncle? Whatever happened to him?

"Oh, I see what's going on here." His smirk broadened. "You got yourself a new dolly."

The smile he showered me with was the weirdest, ugliest smile I've ever seen. Either he'd just given up on hygiene in general, or that was just the way he rolled. He honestly scared me, and if Logan hadn't called him uncle, I think I would have already reached to my phone and dialed 911.

"Whatever happened to the ginger slut who was hanging off of you before?" He directed this question to Logan along with a raised eyebrow. The resemblance in some of the things he did were remarkable.

Both Logan and I kept quiet. We stood there looking at him. Well, me looking. Logan, his eyes were about to shoot fire.

"She was one hell of a fish."

He licked his chapped lips. Ew. He probably thought that was a good look. He was mistaken. Big time.

Don't get me wrong. He probably was handsome underneath all that exterior or whatever he was on, considering the Clyde family had the attractive gene leaning towards them, but at that moment, there was no thread of their good gene on him.

"Well, this one isn't bad either, we Clyde men really know which fish to fish." He winked at me. Double ew.

"That's it," said Logan "We are done here. Leave."

Logan took a menacing step closer to him before he stuck his hand out, pointing his finger towards the direction of the front door.

"Not without what I came here for."

The sneer displayed on both men's faces was enough to make me put my hands against my mouth to stop me from crying. Logan was the first one to cave. With an irritated sigh, he frantically put his hands inside his pockets and took out his wallet. Fishing out two hundred-dollar bills, he slapped them against his uncle's chest.

"There. Now go."

His uncle grinned - the winning kind of grin before he looked to where I stood.

"Later, honey. Welcome to the family."

Even long after his uncle was gone, Logan just stood there looking towards the way his uncle disappeared to like he was expecting him to come right back. I wasn't sure if he even blinked during that time. The only thing that was visibly moving from him was his shoulders. Going up and down reassuring me at least he was breathing.

I took slow, steady steps towards him.

"Logan?"

No answer. But he did turn his head around to look at me. The look on his eyes was something I would never forget. The sorrow, the sheer amount of hurt and pain in them broke me in two.

"You should go home."

"What? No, Logan, I wanna be here for you."

He wasn't listening to me anymore. As much as I wanted to fight him on that, he just wasn't listening.

"No. You don't have to. You should just go home."

He walked away, leaving me there unsure of what just happened or what to do about it. I was supposed to stay. He was supposed to want me to stay and let me help him, but apparently, that's not how it works.

His voice sounded broken, and I didn't know how to fix it. Even if I did, it was clear he wasn't going to let me try. He was gone, disappeared into one of the many doors of his house. My eyes stung from tears I knew were not far. I wanted to do something but what? In the end, I realized I had no choice but to get in my car and go home.