A fine dinner with the guys and an hour of homework later, I stepped out of the bathroom, wearing one of the skintight bodysuits, and was met with the smirking gaze of Logan Michaels. "What?" I asked, not knowing what to say or react though I knew that I didn't do anything wrong.

"Look at you, such a sight to see," he purred seductively. "I'm real proud of you, Wendell. Do you know that? Even after a setback, you're ready to rebound and pick yourself back up. Although the setback was mainly due to a withdrawal, you still suffered. And now, you're a marvel to behold. Your statement in your journals and with your poetry session at group therapy goes to show it all: you're willing to trust us completely."

"Thanks," I said, unable to look at his shirtless gaze. "I guess you can say that I was tired of living in the darkness. And with my inner saboteur now leaving me in the dust, I guess you can say that I'm ready to begin again- find my own center and learn to slow down."

"Good," Logan nodded as he closed the gap between us before catching me off-guard with a hungry yet tantalizingly slow kiss. "I told you that there are benefits for you if you're willing to try and be a good boy for me."

I believed it.

We continued to lose ourselves in a light yet passionate waltz of desires and lust that raced in each other's bloodstreams. God, this man was a hell of a kisser right here! And the way he caressed me with his large and masculine hands, made me feel like I was the clay that was being transformed into a wonderful masterpiece or a  ballerina swirling around in her partner's arms as they danced in their pas de deux.

"Logan," I moaned, wincing slightly as he nipped my right earlobe. "Logan, make me yours, please."

"But of course," he said seductively. "But first, I need to shower. I expect you naked in my bed and waiting for me when I get out of the shower. By the time I finish with you, I'll be making you fly in the clouds of pure freedom. I plan to take away all the pain that you suffered. I bet that Corey- the one that nearly wrecked your life- can't make your body sing for me."

Oh, that bastard can't, all right. Not in the way that Logan could.

I only nodded before watching Logan strip out of his clothes before hungrily kissing me one more time and heading into the shower. "Be ready for me," he said lowly before shutting the door behind him, leaving me his nicely-plumped and firm ass to view before I shrugged out of my bodysuit and got onto the bed.

Fucking hell, I was one lucky bastard.

*****************

Tongues swirling,

Teeth marking and biting.

Lips redding and ripening with every kiss on the skin.

Logan and I made good on keeping each other well-satisfied in his bed with him trying out new tricks that would be too much for me to talk about and too explicit for the writer who's handling my story to write down. All I could say was that Logan didn't disappoint me again.

"Logan?" I looked up into the eyes of my roommate, who was wrapping me in his masculine arms. "With us having each other like rabbits in heat, I can't help but ask who we are? I mean, I know that we're roommates and you and my uncle are my mentors. But you and I- who are we when we're having sex?"

He smiled down at me, with no trace of sarcasm or deception in his eyes. "Wow, straight to the point, aren't we?" he asked. "Well, you can say that I knew that you were special the moment I saw you and heard all about you- the way that your family treated you like shit and how McHell High saw you as a threat to their flawless way of life. If anything, I saw you as a fighter that wanted to shine yet was heading down a dark path.

"I knew that you needed someone who can love you for you," he went on as he adjusted his position for me to look right into his face (and not his massive erection). "And I know that I can be the one man who can make you happy."

"But we only met each other in the past two weeks," I replied. "And I won't even lie to you that a little part of me is telling me to count my blessing and cut my losses before things go sour between us. My family thought that they knew better when they said that I was doomed to die a virgin. And even Corey, who I thought was the man to take away all my nightmares, said that I was a fool to fall in love with him.

"Even so, I still can't help but feel thankful that I am lucky that you're a guy who loves me for me. I still want to believe that I can have a forever kind of romance with someone like you- someone who's been in my shoes and yet wants to help me come out of my shell."

Logan nodded. "Pablo told you about a small bit of my history- how you and I are similar to our backgrounds and all that," he said. "But yeah, Uncle Lucas and I knew that you were denied everything from the start- your mother who gave birth to you before she died, a stable family life, your grandparents who stood by your side, a beneficial school life, everything."

"So, what are we going to do about us? I can't be broken and left alone in the dirt and-"

I felt his lips silence mine. "Does that answer your question?" he asked me. "I want you to be mine as you want me to be yours. Simple as that."

"But what about Braeden? You gotta admit that he's very smitten with you and he has a vendetta who tries to take you away from him."

He snorted, rolling his eyes as he and I continued to cuddle. "Please. Braeden's a little shit who needs to get his shit together," he said tersely. "Besides, he knows not to get too close to me since I planned to make you mine two days before you arrived."

"Wait, you told him of your intentions?" I asked in disbelief. "Why didn't you say anything to me?"

"You never asked," he deadpanned. "I mean, you were working on your official debut with group therapy and all that."

"Point made," I said after a moment. "Still, what if Braeden tries-"

"He won't, not if he knows what's good for him," Logan cut me off. "And if you need a bit of advice, you can talk to Dr. Sellers or Dr. Valenzia tomorrow, okay? Just promise to not start anything or not let him get to you. And if he dares start anything, you have mine and Uncle Lucas' permission to read him for filth or just knock him out. Just don't initiate anything with him. If you can help it, stay far away from him or his goons."

I nodded. "I will," I said. "I just can't help but feel like I'm marked for death every time he glares me down."

"How about I make all of that go away with another round before bedtime?"

Now that was a good idea, folks. "Yes, please. And what's your story, I'd like to know?"

"That's for another time, Wendell. Now, shut up and kiss me while I ride your ass with my cock."

"Yes, sir."

*************

Dear Journal,

It's official. It looks like Logan and I are official, though I'm not sure if it's allowed to have romance at an acute-residential therapy center/boarding school for boys. And despite what Braeden might pull, I have a feeling that Logan and I are meant to be. Now, his story is still unknown, but I have a feeling that he'll tell me soon.

I heard a whisper at the door, startling me from my thoughts. Closing my journal and being careful not to wake Logan, I headed to the door and discovered another note at my feet. I unfolded it to find Braeden's loopy scrawl.

All right, Harding.

You had a fair warning to stay away from what's mine.

It seems like the challenge has been dealt with. Bring it on, bitch.

And believe me when I say that I will never lose to you. Logan is MINE!

This is your FINAL warning. Next time... all bets are off.

-Braeden Satillo, your friendly homme fatale.

Oh, boy. I need to talk to Sellers or Valenzia about this. I'll take Logan's advice to heart and keep away from him. And I won't start anything with him. But if he does try anything, it's on like King Kong.

Child, Braden is really asking for it this time! And Wendell just wants to focus on his road to healing. But if all else fails, he's willing to trade blows and roast the hater for filth!

In the next chapter, we go down memory lane with Wendell as he talks about his relationship with his grandparents and his mentor before he's greeted by a friendly surprise! Stick around!

Dedication: carolinsanthoshi and Benhauthor.

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