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Logan pulls me closer and aligns our bodies. He starts moving and swaying, and I willingly go with him. The alcohol has made me looser, and I place my hands on his chest. He wraps his arms around my waist and leans his head down to my face.
    Just as he moves to brush his lips against mine, someone bumps into me. Hard. So hard, in fact, that I almost lose my footing. I have to grab onto Logan’s shoulders in order to regain my balance. When I turn around to see who the freak that was, all I catch is Reid’s back as he stalks up the stairs. He turns around at the top and glares at me. If I thought he was cold and harsh last week at the gym, then this look can only be described as arctic.
    “I’ll be right back,” Logan yells above the music, and takes the stairs two at a time to catch up to Reid. They scuffle at the top of the stairs, and I catch bits of the conversation.
    “What the fuck, dude? That was not cool,” Logan grumbles at Reid.
    Reid just offers a shrug of his shoulders and says, “What did I do? I didn’t do anything.”
    He’s trying to play it off like nothing, but I see the edge in his eyes. He’s looking at me in his peripheral vision, and he’s seething anger.
    Logan scoffs out a “whatever” and comes back down to me.
    “I’m going to get another drink. Do you want one?” Logan asks.
    I know I said I would take it easy, but after Reid almost knocking me over I’m pissed, and a third drink seems like an excellent idea. By the time Logan and I re-enter the living room, Reid has made his way back downstairs, too, and is grinding away on the dance floor with a girl I can only describe as supermodel beautiful. They are practically having sex out there. His hands are roaming all over her body, just barely skimming past parts that should not be touched in public—unless you’re into that sort of thing, of course.
    I gulp back the rest of my drink and lose my balance. Logan is right there to grab me, and he pulls me farther into the living room to go sit on the couch. I follow him and sink down next to him. He puts his arm behind me and around my shoulder as his fingertips make lazy circles on my upper arm. It feels nice, and goosebumps start to break out across my arms. I close my eyes and try to enjoy his touch—even though it’s Reid I want touching me. What I’m really trying to do is move all thoughts of Reid and the chick he’s dry-humping out of my mind.
    Logan leans down to kiss me, and I don’t fight it. He’s been sweet all night, and I’ve resolved myself to the fact that I’m not who Reid wants, even if I do look fan-fucking-tastic in my black mini skirt and hot pink top. As Logan moves his lips across mine, I feel the atmosphere in the room shift.
    Reid is in front of us in seconds. He grabs Logan by the collar and lifts him off the couch. Before Logan can even get a word out, Reid cocks his arm and lands a nasty right hook across Logan’s jaw. I scuffle off the couch and move to the edge of the room, where everyone else has retreated to give them space.
    It takes Jack and few other guys a minute or two to break Reid and Logan up, and when they do, I can see that Logan’s cheek right under his eye is split and his jaw is already swollen from Reid’s first punch. Reid mutters out a “fuck you” to Logan before he storms out the front door.
    I grab some ice for Logan’s face and sit back down on the couch with him. At this point, most of the partygoers start to leave. The crowd has definitely thinned out, and within half an hour of the fight, it’s just me, Logan, Cammie, and Jack sitting in the living room.
    “I’m beat,” Jack says and then starts laughing. “But I guess not as beat as you, huh, Logan?” He’s beside himself with laughter now.
    “Oh, you’re just so fucking hilarious, Jack!” Logan’s words are dripping sarcasm as he reaches up and touches his bruised cheek.
    “Aww, baby, leave him alone. Come on, let’s go up to bed.”
    Cammie leans into