I wake up in the morning with a text from Kyle asking if I could meet up with him later and grab a bite. Since that was sent about an hour ago and I just now read it, I decided I would get ready and leave right away. We haven't had the chance to really catch up, and thanksgiving break is coming up. I responded that I would pick him up so we could ride there together. 

It's a little chilly today, there was a little bit of a frosting last night, so I settle on ripped jeans and a cozy white sweater. I tie some of my hair back with a ribbon. When I leave my room, Morgan is in the kitchen, staring into the fridge. 

"Hey girl!" She beams. "Want some brunch?" 

"That's okay." I wave her off. "I'm going to brunch with Kyle." 

Her face lights up. "Oo can I come with?" 

I hate to hurt her feelings, but I have to. "I'm sorry Mo, I think Kyle wants it to be just me and him."

Her face falls a little, but I know she understands. "I get it. Maybe next time." She goes back to looking through the fridge, shuffling things to the side, trying to find something that isn't expired. Which isn't much. 

I nod. "Yeah, I promise you can come next time. We just haven't had much one on one time lately."

"Have you ever thought about Kyle in a romantic way?" Morgan asks. I raise my eyebrows at her.

"No, why?" Her question confuses me. Should I be thinking of him like that? Is that how he thinks of me? I am pretty sure we are both happily in the friendzone, but maybe I read the signals wrong? 

Morgan shrugs. "I don't know, just seems like you guys are close, I was wondering."

"You don't think it's like that for him do you?" I panic. 

Morgan laughs. "Harp stop freaking out, I have no idea. I mean he does really like hanging out with you, and I know that he cares for you. He was so good with you after that whole thing with Tristian on Halloween... I don't know."

"I've... never thought about him that way... he's kinda like a little brother to me." I really wish she had never said anything, because now all of a sudden I am nervous to see him. 

"It's probably nothing. But I could see it. Don't get me wrong, I am so team Hogan it's embarrassing, but Kyle would be good for you too."

"Team Hogan?" I laugh

"Yeah, you and Logan? Shipped it since day one." She winks. I laugh and walk out the door before she can say anything else. 

She isn't wrong though. Kyle is definitely boyfriend material. He cares about me, and we definitely have a special bond. I've never had a friend like him before. But is it more than a friendship? I don't know. I think I need to talk to him. I am in a daze when I pull up to the football house. 

I have an uneasy feeling in my stomach that everything is about to change. What if I ask him about it and he's offended, or worse, laughs at the thought of liking me? I'm not sure how I feel about him either, but I'd be lying if I said that I'd be fine if he laughed in my face. That would definitely hurt. 

As I go up the stairs, I am so focused on getting to the door that I don't notice the little patch of ice on their porch. Because the universe is out to get me, I trip and my body is flung towards the door. If that wasn't embarrassing enough,  my head must hit a groove in the door because next thing I know, there's blood running down my face.

Putting my hand on my head, I open the door and stumble into the house. "Kyle? Hello?" No response. "Hello? Anyone here?" I call out. I run to the sink and grab a paper towel, wetting it and trying to stop the bleeding. I don't think it's deep, I just bleed easily. 

I dab the cut with the paper towel, and try to get some of the blood off my hands.

I hear a door open and close, and footsteps coming down the stairs. I walk into the living room to meet whoever it is, hoping they have band aids somewhere. "Hey, do you know where-" 

"What the fuck happened to you?" Logans voice is laced with concern as he rushes over to me, grabbing my face and inspecting it. The breath is knocked out of me as he holds my face so gently, his brows knit together. 

"It's really not that bad. At least I don't think so. I haven't looked at it yet, but it didn't feel deep." I try to explain.

"Did someone do this to you?" He grits out, his jaw tense and he drags me towards his room. 

"What? No!" I say as he opens his bathroom door. "I fell."

He turns around my chest inches from his. He looks skeptical. I put my free arm on his shoulder. "Logan I promise. I slipped on some ice on the porch and I hit my head on the door."

He squints at me, trying to figure out if he buys my story or not. Sighing, he gives me a nod before lifting me up onto the counter. My stomach is filled with butterflies when his hands make contact with my hips, lifting me like I am nothing. 

He opens a drawer full of band aids and peroxide. 

He reaches out and taps his knees with his hands, and I hate how quicky I opened them so he could step between my legs. My heart is beating a mile a minute as he invades my personal space. 

He takes a washcloth, pouring some peroxide on it. "This might hurt" He apologizes. "It's okay." I say as he presses it onto my forehead. And he was right, it burns. I wince. 

"Sorry." He says, continuing to dab the cut. "You were right, it's not deep, but it took off a few layers of skin."

"I can tell this is going to bruise like a bitch." I sigh. He grabs a band aid and sticks it to my forehead, smiling to himself as he does it. 

"What?" I laugh, causing his eyes to shoot down to mine. His hand moves from my forehead to my cheek, and I that I lean into his touch. Stop it, Harper.

"This seems to be a position we keep finding ourselves in." He whispers, eyes flicking to my lips. I continue to stare up at him, afraid to move and ruin this moment.

"Except you got your injury under the influence, and I'm completely sober right now...not sure if it helps my case or not." I say breathlessly. 

His gaze drops to my lips again, this time lingering on them, "It definitely helps." His face inches closer to mine. Our lips are almost touching, and I am begging that nobody interrupts this. Logan let's out a shaky breath. 

I can't take it anymore. I close the distance between us and smash my lips to his. A whimper escapes my mouth as I melt into him. His hands run down my back and he bites my lip as he pulls me closer to him. My hands find his jaw and I pull his face closer to mine, deepening the kiss. 

I have never been kissed like this. It's not like Tristian didn't kiss me, but it never felt like this. The butterflies in my stomach are having a field day and I think my breath has permanently vacated my lungs. 

He kisses me with such force, and I am completely lost in it. My hands move to his hair and I run my hands through it. A quiet moan leaves his mouth. Fuck, that's hot.

Almost on instinct, I wrap my legs around him, scootching even closer. And that's when I feel it. Oh. It takes me off guard, but as he grinds into me, I start to pant. This is the hottest I have ever felt. He is making me feel amazing. His mouth wanders to my neck, leaving a few kisses there. He finds that spot at the base of my neck that makes me jump, and he lets out a breathy laugh before spending a little extra time there, nipping and sucking. 

"Logan." I whisper. I want to tell him not to stop, but I am cut off when a voice booms from downstairs that makes us both jump.

"Logan? Is that Harper's car in the driveway?" Kyle yells, the front door shutting behind him. 

"Oh my god." I push Logan away from me as I turn around and look at myself in the mirror. My lips are a little swollen, but hopefully he won't notice. I rush out of the bathroom and make my way downstairs, Logan not far behind me. 

Kyle notices me right away, but his smile drops once he sees the band aid on my face. "What happened? Are you okay?" He gives me a hug.

"Yes I am fine, I'm just clumsy. Hit my head on the door." 

"Do you have a concussion?" Kyle worries. 

"We didn't get quite get to checking." Logan adds, smirking at me from behind Kyle, filling himself a glass of water and taking a sip. I watch his Adams apple bob as he swallows and suddenly I feel hot again. 

"L-Logan was just getting me a band aid, I was bleeding pretty bad." I look away from him and pull out of Kyle's embrace. 

"Are you ready for brunch?" I ask, dying to get out of this house.

"We'll make a pit stop first, but yes. I am driving though." He says pointedly at me, letting me know this was not up for discussion. 

"Thanks for taking care of her man, sorry I wasn't here. I got held up at the gym." Kyle apologizes to Logan.

"It's fine." He waves him off, the looks at me. "Sorry we don't have cool band aids like you. The regular ones will have to do." He smiles, eluding to the band aids I had given him for his hand. 

Kyle looks down at his gym clothes, "let me go change." He hurries into his room. Once again, we are left alone.

"That was fun, we should do it again sometime." He starts to go up the stairs but then stops. "You might want to ice that, helps with the swelling." Anyone overhearing our conversation would think he is talking about my cut, but no. The asshole points to my lips and smirks. 

My eyes widen and he just laughs before walking back up the stairs, shutting his door behind him. 

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Kyles "pit stop" was going to the field to have one of the trainers check and make sure I didn't have a concussion. I don't, which I tried to tell him, but he wanted to make sure. 

We finally get to the diner and find a booth near the back. After telling the waitress our order, she brings us back some waters.

"So, how's life been Ky? Haven't really gotten to talk to you lately."

He grins, putting his elbows on the table and resting his head in his hands. "Yes actually, big news. My dad is proposing to Emily this weekend." Emily is his fathers long term girlfriend who is also a single mom. Kyle's mom died when he was young, and his father raised him and his sister by himself. Emily came into the picture when Kyle was about thirteen. 

"Oh wow! How do you feel about that?" I ask. While I know that he is probably excited, his dad getting married to another woman probably isn't easy.

"I'm really happy for dad. He deserves to be happy. Plus, I'm excited that Robby will officially be my brother." He grins. Robby is Emily's son, I think he's seventeen. Him and Kyle get along really well, and Kyle always wanted a brother AND a sister. Now he will.

"I'm glad to hear that." I smile back at him. "I love, love" I laugh. 

"Me too. We should totally watch some hallmark movies later." Kyle adds, making me laugh.

"It's November Kyle." 

He scoffs "It's never too early for predictable romance movies and you know it."

"True. If I'm not going on any dates, at least I can watch somebody else do it." I laugh. Taking a drink of my water.

"We could go on one." Kyle states, taking me aback. "Yeah but I meant like a real one, Ky." I sigh.

"I mean it. We could. You're a great girl Harper, and I'm not the only one that's noticed." What does that mean? "I love being your friend, and if you don't want to go there with me that's fine, but... we could go on a date. If you wanted to."

I think I've forgotten how to speak. Because Kyle is great, he really is. And maybe if I hadn't just had a steamy make out session with his roommate, this would be an easier decision, but now...

I have no idea what I'm going to do. 

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