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

Her eyes flick to me, and she bites down on her lip before looking down to her phone.

Ally: Nothing you do is nice. It’s why I like you.

Me: Just like?

Ally: I’m not saying the L-word over text.

Me: But you do, right?

Ally: *middle finger emoji*

I bark out a laugh as Blake approaches.

“What’s so funny?”

I shake my head as I slip my phone back into my pocket. “Oh, nothing. Just a funny text I received.”

“Well, if you find it funny, it can’t be that funny,” he jokes.

I tilt my head to the side with an unimpressed glare. “You know what’s funny? Your face,” I retort back like a five-year-old.

“Oh, I haven’t heard that one in a while. You’d think, after all these years, you’d have found some better comebacks.”

I shrug my shoulders. “Yeah, but I like the oldies.”

Changing the subject, he says, “Dad wants us to get the karaoke machine out from the basement. Can you give me a hand?”

“Yeah, sure.”

I follow him down to the basement, where he grabs the karaoke machine and I gather up the CDs and microphones. After getting it all set up in the living room, I leave Blake with Dad as he mulls over what songs to sing, and I head back to the kitchen. The first person I look for is Ally, and when I see she’s on her own, I begin to make my way toward her, even just to tell her she looks beautiful before everybody else makes a reappearance, but I’m quickly intercepted by one of my parents’ neighbors who I’ve known for years.

“Hey, Logan. How’s my favorite cop?”

I hold out my hand to shake his. “Hi, Stan. How are you?”

We talk for a couple of minutes, and when another one of my neighbors joins in, I’m about to make my excuses, but I glance up at Ally and internally groan when I see she’s talking to Remi and my sister.

Realizing the only way to talk to her normally is to get her on her own, I grab my phone and text her.

Me: Meet me in the upstairs bathroom in five minutes.

She doesn’t text me back, but instead, she glances over to me, and keeping up with the farce that she hates me, she flips me off. I shake my head, chuckling. I type out another text message.

Me: You should be an actress.

This time, she does text me back.

Ally: I know, right? See you in five.

I continue to talk to Stan, trying not to make it obvious that I keep looking at the clock on the wall, counting down the seconds. If I’m being honest, being so near yet so far away from her is killing me, and I can’t wait until after Nate and Remi get married, so we can stop this bullshit. I no longer want the bachelor life now that I’ve found the person I would die for. A year ago, if somebody had said I’d be hopelessly in love with the girl of my dreams, I would have asked if they were high.

After five minutes, I excuse myself and slip out of the kitchen, making my way upstairs to the bathroom. At the last second, I decide to sidestep the bathroom and head to my and Nate’s old bedroom, which is just opposite the bathroom. I enter, and like a complete stalker, I hide just in the shadows of the door, waiting for Ally to appear.

The instant she arrives, as discreetly as possible, I step out and grab her from behind, pulling her into the bedroom with her shrieking. I close the door and press her up against it in the dark of the night, wasting no time as I slam my lips to hers. She melts against me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I grunt at the taste of tequila and cranberries, her lips a little cold from the icy margaritas. We kiss like this for a few more seconds before I breathlessly pull away.

“God, I’ve been dying to do that since the moment you arrived,” I whisper against her sweet lips, my entire body alert with vibrations from what one kiss from her does to me.

“Well, I do have that effect on people.” Her voice is light.

“Yes, but…I’m the only guy who gets to do this from now on,” I say, pressing a deep kiss to her lips before I slowly trail my mouth along the curve of her neck, over her pulse that beats wildly against my tongue.

“That’s kind of an alpha-male thing to say.”

Slowly making my way back to her lips, I reply with, “It might be, but when a guy finally finds the woman of his dreams, he’s got to get territorial before someone else steals her.”

“Well,” she begins with a sultry tone to her voice as our lips hover, “if that’s the case, then I’m the only girl who gets to do this from now on.” She closes the distance and touches her mouth fully to mine, embracing me with a toe-curling kiss as her sweet tongue traces mine.

God, I love this woman.

Heat quickly begins to swirl around us, and naturally, I lift her into my arms and blindly make my way to my bed, where I sit us both down with her straddling my thighs. We continue to make out like we’re teens, our breaths hot and heavy, our hands roaming to whatever piece of naked skin we can reach with our clothes still on, and our veins pumping with a mixture of adrenaline and hormones. She then rubs herself against my cock, and if the sound of Ally’s breathless cries is any sign, I know she’s just seconds away from begging me to take her.

Then, like clockwork, she snatches her lips from mine and asks, “How long do you think we have until people notice we’ve both disappeared?”

Taking a deep gulp as I try to regulate my breathing, I say, “Not long, baby.”

She sighs, grumbling, “Shoot, that’s what I thought.”

“I know sex is what we’re primarily