His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 20: kissing her

Chapter 20- Kisssing Her

– Logan's POV

The party was buzzing—music blaring, people laughing, the strong scent of alcohol mixed with sweat and cheap cologne filling the air. But I barely noticed any of it.

My eyes were locked on one thing.

Or rather, one person.

Tyler.

He was across the room, sitting way too close to some girl, his hand wrapped around hers. And he was smiling. Smiling. That stupid, easygoing smile that always got him whatever he wanted.

And her? She was laughing like her damn life depended on it, flashing every single one of her teeth like she was modeling for a damn toothpaste commercial.

My chest tightened.

I told myself it was nothing.

They were just talking. Just smiling.

It didn't mean anything.

It didn't mean they were dating.

Tyler wasn't the type to move on so fast. Not after what Alexis did to him. He still wasn't over that. There was no way he'd be all over some girl this soon.

Right?

I tore my eyes away before I did something stupid, heading straight to the bar. "Three shots," I said to the busboy, not even bothering to check what he was pouring.

The first shot burned on the way down. The second numbed my throat. The third? The third was supposed to clear my head, but it didn't.

I still saw them.

I still saw him.

And for some reason, it made my skin itch, my stomach twist.

Why the hell was I jealous?

I had no right to be.

I slammed the empty shot glass down, shaking my head. I needed to get a grip. This wasn't my problem.

"You look like you could use some company."

A voice purred beside me, smooth and flirtatious. I turned to see a girl—a pretty one, no doubt—batting her thick lashes at me. Her red dress clung to her curves, and her lips were curled into a knowing smirk.

I wasn't in the mood.

"Not really," I muttered, reaching for another drink.

She didn't take the hint.

Instead, she slid closer, pressing her arm against mine. "Oh, come on, handsome. A guy like you shouldn't be drinking alone."

I let out a slow exhale. Here we go.

She started firing off questions. What's your name? Who did you come with? What do you do for fun? Are you single?

I gave short, clipped answers, barely looking at her.

"Logan."

"Myself."

"Nothing much."

"Yeah."

She giggled, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "Wow. You're so mysterious. I like that."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

She kept talking, her voice a little too loud, a little too eager. I should've just told her to leave, but honestly? At least she was a distraction. And right now, I needed one.

She leaned in, placing a hand on my chest.

I stiffened.

She wasn't even trying to be subtle. The way she looked at me, the way her fingers slowly trailed down—it was obvious what she wanted. She wasn't looking for a conversation.

I almost laughed at the irony.

Hadn't I just wanted a distraction a few minutes ago?

But now that I had one, all I could think about was Tyler.

God, I was pathetic.

I gently took her wrist, pulling her hand off me. "You're drunk," I told her. "You should go home."

She pouted. "I'm not drunk. I know exactly what I'm doing. And the only home I wanna go to is yours—so you can drill the hell out of me."

I blinked.

What the actual—

She moved closer again, her hands reaching for me, but my focus was still on Tyler.

Still on him.

Still on the way he smiled at that girl.

Still on the way he wasn't looking at me.

The girl noticed.

"Are you in love with that guy?" she slurred.

I turned so fast my neck nearly snapped. "What?"

She smirked like she knew something I didn't. "You keep staring at him. You look at him like you want him. Like you love him."

I let out a dry laugh. "You're drunk out of your mind."

"I might be drunk, but I'm not blind," she shot back. "You're jealous, aren't you?"

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I opened my mouth to deny it, but—

I hesitated.

And she saw it.

She grinned, pointing a shaky finger at me. "See? You're shuttering—"

"Stuttering," I corrected.

"Whatever. You were looking at him. And you're mad. Which means you want him."

I scoffed. "You're talking nonsense."

"I don't think I am." She swayed slightly, then steadied herself. "I think you're scared. Scared to admit that you love him. Scared to let anyone know."

I clenched my jaw. "You don't know a damn thing about me."

She hummed like she didn't believe me. "If you don't want him, why haven't you looked away?"

I said nothing.

Because she was right.

I was still looking at him.

Like a complete fucking idiot.

She took a step closer, whispering, "You're afraid, aren't you? Afraid that if you admit it, people will judge you. Afraid that if you go after him, he'll reject you. Afraid that—"

"Enough," I snapped. "You don't know me. You don't know shit about me. I go for what I want. And I don't want him."

She gave me a knowing look. "You sure about that?"

I swallowed hard.

No.

No, I wasn't sure at all.

"Okay, time for you to go home," i said, standing up. "Who did you come with?"

She hesitated. "My... my boyfriend."

I was stilled. "Your boyfriend?"

She nodded slowly.

I stared at her. "You have a boyfriend, and you came here trying to sleep with someone else?"

She shrugged. "He doesn't have to know."

I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. "Wow. You're something else."

Before she could respond, she suddenly lunged forward and wrapped her arms around me.

Logan tensed. "What the hell are you doing?"

"You're warm," she murmured.

"Yeah, and you're drunk."

"I might be drunk but I know what I want, I want you." She slurred.

"Okay, okay, time up , let's get you back to whoever you came with," I muttered, gently prying her arms off me.

She swayed again, mumbling something incoherent. I sighed, ready to drag her through the crowd—

As I turned her around, about to search for her boyfriend, my gaze flickered to where Tyler was standing.

As he turned her around, about to search for her boyfriend, his gaze flickered to where Tyler was standing.

And i froze.

My breath caught in my throat. My stomach dropped.

Because right there—right in front of him—was Tyler.

Kissing the girl he had been smiling with.

I felt like i had been punched in the gut.

I felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs.

They were kissing.

Tyler was kissing her.

And i.... I...... I.... couldn't breathe.

The room suddenly felt too small. Too loud.

And all I could do was stand there—watching.

Frozen.

Like a complete fucking idiot.