The Nerd Is A Player ✔

CHAPTER 21: Let The Fun Begin

||CHAPTER 21: Let The Fun Begin ||

Tia

10th of May, 2014

I squeal in surprise when I feel ice cold water pouring over me. "Oh God, oh God, oh God." Out of instinct, I cuddle into the cream blankets as I start shivering. "I-Ian!" I shout, glaring him, and next to him was Matt. Together, he and Matt are laughing at me. "I-It's cold." My teeth start to chatter. 

Once Ian stops laughing, he places the bucket on the floor. "It isn't our fault that little Tia slept through her alarm," He said as a devious smirk forms on his face. "Wake up sweetheart, it is seven in the morning. That and we are waiting in the cafe, eating breakfast." 

I nod in understanding. "Fine but first, leave." I gesture toward the door. Matt, without another word leaves the room, closing the door behind him. Ian doesn't. I smile, "Leave Ian or I can't change."

Ian wears a look of slight amusement, before he sits on the wooden chair in the room. "You can," He chuckles, "And to be fair...here, I'll take off my shirt." True to his word, Ian removes his shirt revealing his chest and abs.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. 'Well, I see Ian is becoming confident' I think, covering my face with the blanket, pretending to be nervous. I clear my throat. "You seem rather confident," I voice.

"You can have a little peak Tia." There it is that teasing voice. "Don't be nervous, beautiful." Either it's me, or he is coming closer. "Let me see that gorgeous face." I am correct, because I feel the bed shift a little. When I look from underneath the blankets I gasp. His face is inches from mine which means that one move forward, and he and I will be kissing. 

'Please don't kiss him Tia, he's not Logan'

I rid my mind of those delusional thoughts, and block the stupid inner voice which stops me from thinking straight. 'Ignore the voice Tia.' I sigh, 'You can't let Logan win.' I stare at Ian with determination, feeling confidence rise inside me. 'No distractions.' 

I circle my arms around Ian's neck, bringing him closer. "Who said I'm nervous, Ian?" I wink before kissing him with passion. He is motionless for a second, but after a short while he returns the kiss as his arms wrap around my waist, in an attempt to bring me closer. It is impossible, considering our bodies are pressing against one another. "Hmm...." I moan, obliging when his tongue runs over my bottom lip. Feeling his hands travel underneath my top, a second quiet moan escapes my lips.

When I break the kiss I gasp for air. Ian doesn't stop. Instead, he begins placing light kisses across my neck "Oh.." I run my fingers through his hair. 

"Comfortable?" A familiar voice spoke bitterly. 

"L-Logan!" I exclaim when I see him at the door. "I-I didn't hear the door open," I stammer, avoiding his cold, hard glare. 'He's mad, isn't he?'

'No shit, Sherlock.'

I hear him scoff, "With the fucking, I'm not surprised." He snaps, scowling at Ian, who in return is scowling back. "It's rather hilarious how, without a single doubt, you trust this asshole but with me, it's different." I observe Logan as if he is a weird species. From where I am, I can sense anger radiating off Logan. On top of that, his fists are clenching and unclenching. 

Ian stands up, "You can't talk Sutherland. Unlike you, I don't break poor girl's hearts," He snarls, gritting his teeth. Ian takes a step forward, wearing a smug smile on his face. "Oh, what's the matter? Did I hit a nerve?" He says, taunting him which doesn't seem like a great plan.