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was spinning so fast I thought I was going to pass out. I quickly stood up and looked at him and blurted out, “But we’re not together.”
    He pulled me onto his lap, smiled, and kissed me. “Let’s not talk about it now, we’ll worry about it later,” he said.
    How could we worry about it later, I wanted to talk about it now.
    “Logan…” I couldn’t get another word in. He put his finger to my mouth and shushed me. He’s lucky he’s cute or I would have bit that finger off. I don’t like people shushing me.
    My mind was still reeling over the fact that Logan just said to start telling people we were together. This was the last thing I expected him to say. I wanted this ever since we started hooking up. For a long time I thought this is what I wanted, but did I really want to be with Logan?
    I can’t even believe I’m thinking this. Why do I doubt this? Maybe it’s because deep down I know Logan’s not a good guy.
    Cole’s face flashed in my head.
    What the hell? I shook my head to get rid of the image. I looked at Logan and he already had all the buttons on my shirt undone.
    Not wasting anytime I see. I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes to try and clear my head.
    Logan started taking off the rest of my clothes and his. He liked to get right to it. Which was fine sometimes, but hello, a little foreplay was nice too—and he wonders why I never have an orgasm. Definitely something we’re going to have to work on if we make this official.
    Don’t get me wrong, sex with Logan is great, but lacking. Sometimes when I’m not feeling it, I just want to tell him to hurry up and get off me. I do give Logan some credit though; he did try, but was always unsuccessful. After a while I told him to stop trying so hard. I was even starting to think I was defective. I mean, I never had an orgasm. I was close once, I think, but no, nothing. I just gave up realizing it was never going to happen. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy sex, I enjoy it a lot. If I could I’d have sex all the time, all day, every day. Okay maybe not all day, that would cause some serious uncomfortable dryness.
    That was probably another reason I put up with Logan, I knew I could get some at least once a week. I was always up for trying new things, but Logan, not so much. I once tried suggesting he pull my hair, but it didn’t go over so well. He grabbed the ends instead of near the root like you’re supposed to. So it just hurt instead of feeling good. I could tell he felt a little awkward doing it.
    Fortunately he only held on for a minute. I didn’t bother suggesting anything after that. I figured it was a lost cause.
    Something was still bugging me though. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I tried to relax a little by taking a deep breath. A minute later Cole’s face popped in my head again. What the fuck! Why can’t I get this stupid guy out of my head?
    I opened my eyes to look at Logan and distract myself. He was already on top of me. Huh. I must be out of it; I didn’t even realize we were having sex.
    Logan didn’t even seem to notice I was distracted. He never did. For tonight, I was glad he didn’t. If he actually paid attention he might notice something wrong and he might have been compelled to ask. I don’t think I could have told him I was having second thoughts of us being together and oh yeah, I keep thinking of someone else while we’re having sex. I didn’t think that would go over so well.
    I didn’t want to close my eyes again afraid of seeing Cole’s face. Not that I didn’t mind, he was very good-looking. It’s just that I felt kind of guilty picturing one man while having sex with another, especially since I had no interest in Cole.
    Two minutes later Logan rolled off of me. Wow! Was he really that quick or had I been that distracted I didn’t notice how long we were having sex?
    Either way I didn’t care. I wasn’t into it tonight as much as I thought I was. This was definitely one of those times I