Addiction

Chapter 8-2

IT WAS DARK BY THE time her stepbrother returned to the house, and Sophie heard Harry angrily reprimand him for his 'earlier behavior', whatever that was. She was just about to tell them both to knock off the shouting when her mother's voice floated to her from the foyer.

“Stop it, both of you. You're both adults, and I won't suffer for that sort of rudeness in my home.”

Way to go, Mom, she thought as both angry voices faded to whispered apologies. Fast thumping sounds indicated Logan jogging up the stairs, and then the door next to her own closed with quiet finality. Within moments the first strains of Nirvana's Heart Shaped Box came through the wall, muffled and warbled.

“I guess now wouldn't be the best time to ask you to introduce me?” Serena joked.

Sophie bit her nails and tried to think of a way to put Serena off Logan for good. “I guess,” she replied eventually, coming up empty. “Tomorrow,” she offered instead.

“Great. I gotta go. Dance class tonight.” With a shy but proud smile, her friend rose from the edge of her bed and slung a dark parka jacket across her shoulders.

“You'll be great!” she assured her. Serena had been talking about being a dancer forever, or so it seemed, and had been training for even longer. She sincerely hoped her friend's dreams came true. At sixteen, she was considered fully trained, but not yet polished. There was a certain School of Ballet and Performing arts she had been dreaming about attending for as long as Sophie could remember.

“I hope so,” Serena replied, pushing her dark hair away from her face with her index finger. “I'll meet you in the morning.”

“See ya.”

When Serena left, Sophie raced to the adjoining wall and laid her ear flat against it. She could make out a mumbled conversation going on. It was all one-sided and she assumed he was talking to his girlfriend. Probably bitching about how he hated it here.

When all had been silent for a few minutes she crept into the hallway and knocked on his door. She wasn't sure he'd heard her soft taps, so when the door flew open as she raised her hand to knock again, Logan got a face-full of her fist. “Ow,” he complained, fingers immediately massaging his nose. “What the f**k, Sophie?”

“Omigod, I am so sorry!” She laughed nervously, watching him as he cursed and flung himself back on his bed. “I really didn't mean to. You opened the door...and I...I...”

“Punched me in the nose. Great. I love this family,” he muttered sarcastically.

Mortified flames licking at her cheeks, she rushed forward, removing his hands from his nose. She knelt between his wide thighs and inspected the injury. No blood. Nothing.

“You're such a baby,” she told him. “There isn't even a mark.”

He continued to stare at her, and she realized she'd gotten much closer than was necessary. Her subconscious had taken over and pressed her body closer between his open legs. Her chest was ample enough that it just brushed the taut material covering his lower stomach, making her n*****s bead.

In super-slow-motion, she watched as he captured her hands in his, a feral look in his brown eyes. Her mouth opened in an 'O' of astonishment as he placed them on his thighs. “Let's keep them somewhere safe,” he told her, his voice low and intimate.

Sophie's heart beat triple-time as the muscles beneath her palms contracted. She cleared her throat and rose swiftly, the feel of him imprinted on the tips of her fingers. With a strangled gasp, she realized she was now chest-to-face with her new brother and he had an eyeful of her hardened n*****s. He groaned in response and leaned forward – to do what, Sophie didn't know. She ran from his room, slamming her own door behind her.

Oh, my. A pulse beating between her thighs, she sat on the end of her bed, head flopping into her hands. Why did he have to be her stepbrother? Why? If she'd known who he was before hand, maybe she'd have been able to build up an immunity to his god-like hotness. As it was, she barely kept herself from rushing back into his room, and demanding he look at her again the way he just had a moment ago.

Still feeling out of sorts and embarrassed the next day in school, she immediately said yes when Taylor asked her on a date. Anything to keep the thoughts of hot-boy Logan from taking over her mind.

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