Forever Logan by Elena Matthews (animal farm read .txt) 📕

Ally’s eyes flicker up to mine, her lips trembling with the onset of more tears. She opens her mouth to speak, but she remains silent. I’m guessing I’ve left her speechless since she does this a few times, yet no words come out. She seems to settle when she reaches up and presses a subtle kiss to my lips. When she pulls back, she shifts to her side, leaning her head on her elbow while keeping her naked legs tangled up in mine.

“Can I let you in on a secret?”

“Of course,” I tell her reassuringly.

“When you got shot, it devastated me. I thought I’d lost my chance with you. Then, when you survived…I was too scared to make the next move. I didn’t want the chance of possibly losing you again. So, I purposely built my walls up when I was around you. I put on this act that I hated you. In some ways, I almost believed my hatred toward you was true when, really…you were all I could think about. All I can think about.”

Reaching my hand to her shoulder, I gently graze the soft, freckled skin there, unable to keep my hands off her. I just love touching her so much. “Are you still scared to be with me?”

She nods frantically. “I’m petrified. Your job means you’re at risk every day. I don’t know if I’d be able to handle the anxiety of being a cop’s girlfriend, especially with how hard I’ve fallen for you.”

Taking hold of the hand that continues to draw circles along my bullet scar, I squeeze it into mine. “What happened to me was on the extreme end of being a cop. That isn’t the norm—a psychotic motherfucker. My days can be really mundane, and others can be crazy…but it’s quite rare that I get shot at.”

“Really?” she asks, her voice higher with hope.

“Yeah, it happens a lot less than you’d think. But I understand your worry; I really do. God, I remember when I told my mom I got into the police academy. I thought she was going to kill me. I mean, it didn’t help that Nate was training to be a firefighter at the time. She was proud that we’d be serving our country, but she hated that it’d put us at risk. But, eventually, her worries eased. I mean, she still worries, but most moms do about their kids.”

“I used to date a firefighter, and his job never bothered me…but ever since the second fire, I’ve been struggling with PTSD. It’s why I’m still living here at my parents’. I feel safer here.”

“Are you seeing anyone?”

Despite the subject we’re talking about, she doesn’t hesitate to throw on a smirk. “Oh, yeah, I’m still seeing the firefighter.”

Using Ally’s signature move, I roll my eyes. “You know what I mean.”

Her smile grows serious. “Yeah, I’ve been seeing a therapist for a while now.”

“Is it helping?”

She nods. “Yeah. It’s been slow-going, but my mental health is getting better. It helps that I’m going through this with Remi. Every couple of weeks, we see the same psychologist together.”

“The nightmares, you have them often?”

She shakes her head. “I did at first, but they usually happen if I’ve had a particularly stressful day or if I don’t fall asleep in my own bed.”

Immediately, this makes me feel like shit. “Then, why didn’t we head to your room earlier?”

She leans in a little closer, a seductive glint in her eyes. “Well, that was my plan, but you kind of fucked me to exhaustion. Plus, we couldn’t have done things we did in here upstairs in the room right next to my parents.”

I can’t keep the smile off my face.

“Actually, I did my fair share of getting freaky next door to parents’ bedrooms when I was a teenager. There are a lot of creative ways to have quiet sex.”

“Oh, yeah? Like how?”

“If you have a squeaky bed, you can make a temporary bed on the floor. You can do it doggy style with the chick’s face buried in the pillows. Cover the girl’s mouth with your hand. Slow sex, up-against-the-wall sex…or my favorite option that could keep a chick quiet for a while, blow jobs. The list is endless.”

“By a while, you mean, like, thirty seconds, right?” she teases.

I scoff, pretending to be offended. “I don’t know what boys you went out with in high school, but I lasted at least…forty-five seconds.”

Her head falls back on a giggle, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. “You never fail to make me laugh. Thank you.”

“Ah, no thanks necessary. I offer it for free,” I say with a shit-eating grin.

She breathes out a laugh before her fingers massage my forehead. “I feel terrible for head-butting you. It’s swelling up a little. Let me grab some ice,” she tells me.

I try to keep her tight against me, but for such a little person, she sure has some strength behind her. No surprise she almost gave me a concussion.

Lying on my side, I watch as Ally wanders over to the fridge, completely naked. Even in the dim light, I can still see how stunning and perfect she is. Once she’s piled some ice into a kitchen towel, she returns, and her eyes crease with amusement, her lips pulled up slightly at my perving ways.

I never once take my eyes off her—specifically, her fantastic tits.

“You’re a sucker for boobs, huh?” she asks when she sidles up to me on her knees, raising the ice pack to my head and resting it there.

I hiss a little at the cold. “Your boobs, yeah.”

She glances down at them with a shrug of her shoulders. “They’re all right, I guess.”

My brows shoot up. “Baby, I’ve seen my fair share of tits…”

She frowns. “Just what a chick who’s in bed with you wants to hear,” she complains.

I can’t help the laughter that bubbles up from my lungs. “I know, sorry, but if you’d let me finish, I was about to say that your tits are