“Get it? Vee-card? Because your name’s Aveena, and, well… I don’t need to explain the rest, do I?”
“L-Let me make myself perfectly clear: you two were over. You’d been broken up for months.” I try my best to sound confident, but my voice is barely above a whisper. “And you said you’d never come back. You and I… it meant nothing. Nothing,got it?”
“Okay.”
At first, I’m surprised. Surprised by how easy it was. Surprised that he genuinely seemed to get the message. Until he nudges the door closed and traps me into the tight corner by Ashley’s desk.
I could puke.
Because he’s hard.
Because I’m a horrible person.
But most of all, I’m a horrible sister. I hate that the one wild thing I ever did turned out to be my biggest mistake. Well, actually, it wasn’t that big… if you know what I mean.
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t do it again, does it, Vee-card?” Logan’s thumb brushes down the side of my face, and I recoil. “Hell, if Ash is up for it, what do you say we make it a threesome?”
The worst part is, I don’t think he’s kidding.
“Get the fuck off me!” I shove him away.
“Such a dirty little mouth. I liked it better when it was wrapped around my—”
I slap him so hard even I’m shocked. His jaw goes slack, his eyes as dark as his soul as he takes a threatening step forward.
“You bitch,” he says through clenched teeth, stopping dead when Ashley’s voice climbs in volume. She’s on her way back, still on the phone. “Look, sissy’s coming back. What do you think? Bad time to present the threesome idea?”
Fear must be written all over my face because he cracks a spiteful laugh. Ashley and I just got our relationship back in a good place. She can never know about what happened.
Ever.
“Oh, don’t pout, Vee-card. Your secret’s safe with me.” Logan retreats to the bed where my sister left him. Tears prickling at my eyes, I swing the door open, but two seconds before I book it down the hall, Logan adds,
“For now.”