Logan

Thank god that Marc called when he did. If he didn't interrupt our moment, I don't know that I would have. My cheeks begin to heat as I remember the feeling of Eli's growing bulge beneath me. I tighten my crossed legs as I try to relieve the empty sensation. If this is just the tip of the iceberg as to what I've been missing out on, I'm done for. Eli is flawless, absolute perfection in the form of a man, and my body knows it. He has a magnetic pull on me, and I don't know how long I can fight it off for.

I have to tell him. He deserves to know that I'm a virgin before he gets in too deep. I need to give him a chance to call it off. It's only fair. I know how he's going to react, or at least I can assume. With the amount of sexual experience he has, it's probably going to scare him off, just as it has with most other boys before. Somehow, I hope it doesn't, though, because my heart is in it, and my body is following closely behind.

Something about how he held me while I told him about my mom broke down any remaining walls I had with him. He's really not the man that everyone else thinks they know. He's the man that only I get to know.

Eli's grip on my thigh tightens as he pulls up and parks in front of my dorm. I don't want him to leave, and judging by the look on his face and the intensity of which he's holding onto me with, I don't think he wants to either. We let out a pair of matching sighs, knowing he has to go to the alumni party back at his house.

"You're sure you can't come with me?" He asks again, trying to use his adorably pouty lip to sway my decision.

I sweep my hand across his forehead and graze his cheek with my thumb. "Sorry, ba—" I begin before stopping myself.

"What did you just say?" Eli asks, his gaping lips turning up at the corners.

"Nothing." My eyes are wide as I pull my hand away from his face and turn my blushing cheeks towards the passenger window.

"Were you about to call me, 'babe?'" He teases.

"No," I quickly state.

"Logan," He puts his finger under my chin and pulls my gaze away from the window to face him. "Were you about to call me, 'babe?'"

"No," I smugly reply. "I was about to call you, 'baby.'" I'm already caught red-handed. I may as well tell him the truth.

His eyes sparkle as his mouth forms into the most adorably happy grin I've ever seen.

"Say it," He says.

I wait for a moment, contemplating if I want to go straight to the nicknames stage with him already. I never called Zac anything besides his name, but the way I feel about Eli is already incomparable to my relationship with Zac, so I decide to appease him.

"Baby." I look straight into his eyes and say it before biting down on my lower lip, trying to suppress my amusement to his reaction of the word. I don't think I've ever seen him so light and happy.

"Fuck, that sounds good coming from you," He says. "Say it again." 8

"Baby."

"Use it in a sentence." 58

I laugh aloud at his persistence. "You're ridiculous, baby." 20

He leans across the center console and presses his smiling lips to mine, before leaning back in his seat and shaking his head in satisfaction.

I like seeing him this way, and I have a feeling that I'm the only one who ever has.

He leans across the center console again with his arm reaching out. Just as I think he's about to pull me in for another kiss, he reaches behind me into the back seat and pulls his laptop out of his bag before opening his door.