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Then he grips me by the hips and thrusts up beneath me, bouncing me on his cock and making me cry out as I come around him suddenly.

“Logan, Logan, Logan, Logan.”

He moans so loudly I’m sure we’ll get noise complaints.

Instead of pulling out of me, he shifts me down on the bed, fucking me hard and fast, latching on to my throat and leaving a mark.

When he finally finishes inside of me, I giggle as he collapses on top of me, kissing along the side of his face.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, and leans down to kiss me slowly and thoroughly.

I kiss him back, deciding that at least for tonight, I’m not going to worry about what comes after. Right now, I’m just going to enjoy this.

“Why did we ever stop doing that?” he asks after he pulls out and lies down next to me, looking up at the ceiling.

I don’t say that it was him that did it, but I’m thinking about it. I can’t seem to help myself.

Logan left me, broke me in ways I didn’t even know I could be broken, and here I am, lying next to him with his seed trickling down my thigh.

What am Idoing?

I swallow hard, pushing all those thoughts away and turning to be in his arms.

Logan immediately pulls me to him, and I sigh against his warm skin.

Logan isn't usually one to go right to sleep after sex, but between what we just did and the alcohol, his eyelids are drifting shut.

“We should get some rest.”

“No work tomorrow. Saturday,” he mumbles, kissing along my throat.

I tilt my head back to give him more access, smiling.

“So what, we’re going to stay in bed all weekend?”

“Yes.”

I let my heart soar just a little.

Can I spend the weekend here? Can I keep my negative thoughts at bay long enough to enjoy just one weekend?

I know the part of me that’s still sixteen and in love would kill for one more weekend.

“Is that what you want?”

He lifts his head, looking at me, searching my face.

“You’d really do that? Spend the weekend with me?”

I bite my lip. “Maybe. I’m thinking about it.”

“Oh, Meredith. I want nothing more than to have you in my bed.”

“For the weekend,” I point out.

He pauses, but then nods. “Yes, of course. The weekend.”

“No promises, but I’ll stay the night,” I promise, and turn over.