Invisible String

Chapter 23 -Here we go again

"Jealous? You got nothing to worry about. Plus it's not like the Drew Barrymore would ever give me the time of day."

I chuckle, rolling my eyes playfully. "You never know, stranger things have happened."

"True," he concedes, a playful glint in his eye. "But I think I'll stick with you."

I chuckle at his response, shaking my head in playful exasperation. "Oh, how good it feels to be your second choice!"

"Hey now, don't be sad. You're always my first choice."

I roll my eyes, unable to suppress my smile. "Oh, now you change your mind! Ugh, men!"

"C'mon, don't be mad! I'm sure you've got your own Hollywood fantasy men," he chuckles.

"Maybe, but none of them can match up to the one sitting right here."

"Smooth talker," he teases, nudging me playfully.

"Just speaking the truth," I say.

Logan raises an eyebrow, knowing what I was doing. "Or maybe you're full of it."

"Logan!"

"Tell me who it is!"

"Who's what?"

"Your famous Hollywood crush," he clarifies.

A small smile quirks at my lips before I respond: "It's Ethan, from the band Strings."

"Now that's not funny," Logan retorts, his smirk widening into a grin.

"But he's soooo cute," I keep teasing, unable to resist.

"I don't like this conversation anymore," Logan protests, his tone mock-serious.

"Jealous?" I tease, enjoying his reaction.

"Like hell!" he exclaims.

"Don't be a baby," I chide, trying to suppress a grin.

"Say you're only interested in me," Logan challenges, a playful glint in his eyes.

I raise an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "I'm not lying to you like that," I reply, my smile fading slightly.

But before I can react, Logan swiftly grabs me by the hips and sits me on top of him, our bodies pressing together in a sudden, intimate embrace. My breath catches in my throat, the unexpected closeness sending a jolt of electricity through me.

Caught off guard, I blink in surprise, feeling the warmth of Logan's body against mine. For a moment, neither of us speaks, the air thick with tension and unspoken words.

Logan's playful expression softens into something more earnest as he looks into my eyes.

"Are you going to say it?" he asks, his voice softening as he draws closer, his lips grazing my neck. I feel a shiver run down my spine, but I resist the urge to give in.

"No," I say firmly, maintaining my posture despite the tempting sensation of his lips against my skin.

"You're gonna make me take the words out of you?" he teases, his breath warm against my neck.

If by taking the words out of me meant what I think it did, then by all means, yes.

"Hmm-mm," I murmur, refusing to give in to his playful coercion.

"Fine, you asked for it."

And then, unexpectedly, his hands move to my stomach, and before I can react, he starts to tickle me. Laughter erupts from my lips as I squirm and try to fend him off, completely caught off guard by his playful retaliation.