Chapter 3

I am being irrational, and I know it. There is no logical reason I should be mad at him, right? He is a bartender at a very popular nightclub, and there are always parties going on. I remember one time he came home covered in not only glitter, but feather boas covered in liquor.

“So what did she look like? Did you kiss her?” I mean, I hear myself, and the voice in my head is telling me to stop, but I can’t.” He looks at me like I have lost my mind.

“May...” He walks towards me like he is going to touch me, and as much as I want that, I jerk back and shake my head.

“I don’t want you fucking touching me with the sweat of some other bitch on you.” I spit at him. I know it is getting out of hand, but I can”t stop it. I am going to start blaming this on hormones because there is no other reason why I went from zero to a hundred in a second.

He walks to me so quickly that I don’t have time to move. “That’s interesting because right now, you are the one acting like a bitch.” My head snaps back like he slapped me, and in slow motion, I see my hand whip up and fly towards his face. Mortification is running through my mind at the thought of hitting him, but he did just call me a bitch. His head moves back just in case, and although I am so relieved, my mouth is still active.

“Fuck you, Logan. Everyone knows what goes on in that place!” I yell at him. He looks at me like my head just spun around, and I don”t blame him. I feel possessed.

“May, do you hear yourself? You know where I work. You know how crazy it is. Do you really think I would…” he stops what he is saying and shakes his head.

“I don’t know what you would do, Logan. I don’t know anything anymore.” I scream at him, covering my face with my hands. Like a toddler, I am sobbing, literally shaking. I am so distraught. The thing is, even if we don”t end up together, any of the girls at that place would not be his type. I still can’t help feeling jealous.

“I’m here, babe. It’s okay. It’s okay. Just talk to me.” He starts kissing me all over my face and talking to me in hushed tones. My body begins to hum, which is a vast difference from the burning that was happening.

His mouth touches the corner of mine, and on instinct, I turn, and our mouths meld together. Like that night three months ago, I melt right into him and wrap my arms around his neck. It’s like I went from pissed to horny in a second. See, hormones.

“Fuck, I missed having you in my arms,” he says, with his tongue sliding in and out of mine. I am stuck in the fog so when he pulls back and I open my eyes, he is looking at me, smiling. “Now that you’re calm.” It throws ice water on my lust, and I wrench my body from his embrace, more pissed off. “Now, can we talk…”

“I have nothing to say to you, Logan. Go screw yourself.” I hightail it out of the room, and as I run away, I hear things crashing to the floor, just like my heart.