Learning to drive

Logan drove around the corner into the familiar picturesque and sophisticated neighborhood. "Logan," I said, sitting up straight and resting my hands on his shoulders. The heavy rain has stopped and it is now just drizzling.

"Please take me to Scarlet's apartment," I requested. He ignored me and drove down the streets until we arrived at the gate leading to Watson Mansion. I shook his shoulders in frustration because he was ignoring me.

"Couldn't you have told me when we were on the main road?" He grumbled. He entered the gate passcode, and the massive gate slowly opened to reveal the stone path.

"It slipped my mind," I admitted, feeling guilty. I was so engrossed in the ride that I completely forgot about it. "I told Grecia I was going to spend the night at a friend's house, and she will be suspicious if she sees me for breakfast."

"Then don't leave the room until mom leaves," he said impassively as he parked the Ducati in the opulent garage.

"But-"

"Look, I'm exhausted as fuck. So, if you want to go to your friend's house, you're welcome to walk," he said, and I huffed in annoyance. "Now get off the bike," he said, and I slid off with a face. He's an asshole, whatsoever. I'm not crazy enough to walk a few miles at this hour.

"Are you not going?" Logan smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, shut up," I grumbled, and he chuckled, his voice deep and appealing. Logan used his keys to carefully and quietly open the door. The hall was pitch black and deafeningly quiet. The room was suddenly filled with bright lights, almost blinding me, as Logan and I were about to leave for our rooms.

"Not yet, sweethearts." We both froze.

We slowly turned around to see Grecia, dressed in her nightgown, leaning against a wall, arms crossed across her chest. I tried to read her expression, but all I got was a blank stare.

"If I'm not mistaken, Logan's work begins at 8, and Karolia is supposed to be at a friend's house right now. Now tell me, what were you both doing out at four a.m.?"

"I...umm...Logan-" Logan reassuringly grabbed my wrist as I stammered. His light touch sent tingles through me like electricity. Though it was a reassuring gesture from him, it tensed me up enough to spill the words.

"We were at his boxing match -Aaaah!!!" Logan had just stamped my foot, and I groaned in pain! Seriously? I glared at him, but he only returned my glare tenfold. Grecia raised her brow at our immaturity.

I heard him say, "Movies"

"What?" Grecia inquired, confused.

"We met at a movie theatre. I was with Pat, and I noticed her there" Logan explained, "So we came home together."

"Do you really expect me to believe my son went to the movies? When was the last time you saw a movie? At the age of twelve?" Grecia stated with a resounding scoff.

Logan rolled his eyes as he said, "Patrick forced me."

"Logan Watson, I know you're lying-"

"I'm too exhausted for this, Ma. I'm going to sleep. We will discuss this later" Logan was acting sleepy and slowly walked towards the stairs. But he forgot that he was still holding my wrist and dragging me along with him. I opened my mouth to warn him, but Grecia bet me to it.

"Why are you taking her with you?" she asked before I could pull away.

Logan must have realized at that point that he was still holding my wrist. He quickly released his grip on my hand, as if my touch had burned him, and mumbled some curses before storming away. There was silence after he slammed his bedroom door. It's just me and Grecia now.

Screw it!

When I noticed Grecia staring at me, waiting for an answer that Logan didn't bother to give, I faked a yawn and mumbled a goodnight even though it was morning. I left quickly before she could bombard me with her questions.

***

My alarm went off, and I jumped to the sound of it. Ugh, I should change this stupid scary alarm sound before I break it. I glance at the clock to see what time it is and notice that it is 11 a.m. I thank the Lord that it is the weekend and that I do not have to worry about my classes. I had already texted Scar, explaining that I couldn't take her car from the location and asking her to give Mathew and Marina, her parents, an explanation for why I had to leave early. I then took a long hot shower and dashed down the stairs, down a different hallway, past a window to my left and a veranda to my right. I gritted my teeth and cast a quick glance down.

Come on! Why a three-story house for two people!? I mean, it's been three weeks since I moved into this house, and I'm still getting lost.

I finally reached the stairs after a long and exhausting walk. I descended the stairs in a flash, three steps at a time. I was tired and hungry by the time I got to the kitchen. I opened the fridge to get a bottle of water. A blue cover caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I shut the refrigerator, and when I turned to see what that blue cover was, my eyes twinkled like Christmas trees.

Oreo cookies!

It was kept on top of a shelf above the counter, but that didn't stop me from reaching for my favorite snack. I climbed after making certain that no one was watching my ninja performance. I dragged myself up into the marble black counter and grabbed a shelf.

"What in the world are you doing?" Logan's voice nearly scared me to death, and my heart rate increased. My grip loosened and I slipped off from the counter. I stumbled backward, reaching for the cabinet door for support. I squealed in surprise and waited for the fall's impact. But all I could feel were his strong arms around my waist.

Logan's arms.

"You're a klutz," he softly chuckled. My back was against his hard chest. Tingles shot through my entire body, and my heart began to beat rapidly at our proximity. I remained motionless in his arms, attempting to even my breathing before wriggling free. I cleared my throat and turned to face him with a flushed face.

"S-Sorry" I noticed he was wearing workout clothes that were sticking to his body as a result of his sweat.

"Meet me outside once you've finished ogling my body. We're going riding, just as I promised." With a smirk, he said. My cheeks flushed more, and I looked around for someone other than him. When he noticed my face, he let out a small chuckle. He turned to go upstairs, and that's when I noticed something.

"Will Grecia become suspicious if she sees us leaving together?"

"Mom left early in the morning for a ladies' day. She has friends her age, and they get together every weekend for a charity and business they run together under the moniker "The Mothers." He explained with a casual expression and left, but it made me appreciate that wonderful woman even more.

I sighed exasperatedly and walked out of the kitchen with empty hands. I dashed upstairs to my room to get ready. I dressed in black skinny jeans and a white sleeved short top, which I paired with a black leather jacket. I combed my hair as I had decided to leave it open, then went to my shoe rack to put on my black ankle boot. Before hurrying downstairs to meet Logan, I give myself a quick once-over in the mirror. As I called for him, I was disappointed to find the entire living room empty.

With a frown on my face, I decided to look for him outside the house, and as soon as I stepped outside, I came to a halt as I saw Logan take his Ducati Diavel out of his garage. Sure, the motorcycle made me gape for a solid 4 seconds, but the rest of the time my gaze was automatically drawn to Logan. He was dressed in a black full-sleeved shirt that hugged his toned body and was gathered around his arms. He'd worn it with sky blue jeans and Timberland boots.

I hadn't realized I'd been staring at him for so long that he had that vexing smirk on his face when he started the motorcycle. He steered it to where I was waiting.

"Hurry up, we don't have much time."

"I thought you said you'd let me ride the Ducatti?" I asked, my eyes narrowed.

"I did say that. But I don't want you riding on the roads. I can't put my motorcycle in jeopardy. So I'll take you to a deserted area where you can learn without causing any damage to the vehicle or the people around you." He said it with a straight face, and all I wanted to do was smack his head. But I decided not to argue because his point was valid. Yes, I've handled bikes before, but I'm not sure I'd be comfortable riding a Ducati.

I give him a stern look before getting on the vehicle and donning the helmet he offered. We rode through New York's crowded streets to the city's outskirts. The scenery flashes before my eyes, and all I can do is sit there, clinging to Logan like a koala afraid to let go. Soon after, I notice him entering a bare field and making a U-turn to stop the bike.

Logan raises his head to look at me, and I know it's time to get off the bike. I remove my helmet to look around the vast expanse of land.

"What exactly is this location?" I asked him, my gaze fixed on how strong he appeared as he stepped out of the motorcycle.

"It's a racetrack. It belongs to a friend of mine. He agreed to let me use this space for two and a half hours. So you better get started on your adventure right away. Come on, come on." He said this in a bored tone. He's not at all interested in this, but do I care? Nope. I made a discreet smirk before putting on the helmet and getting on the bike with his assistance.

As soon as I sat down, I felt like a badass girl about to embark on an adventure like Angelina Jolie. It was exhilarating and powerful. But just as I was about to start the Ducatti, I felt Logan's presence on my back, which caused me to look at him inquisitively.

"What? You didn't think I'd hand you a brand new Ducati motorcycle and then stand there and watch you crash it somewhere, did you?"

"But you said you'd give me!" I stated angrily. I was losing my patience.

"No, love. I said that I would allow you to ride the motorcycle but would not completely hand it over to you. If you don't ride along with me, I'll cancel this deal." He said it so casually that I wanted to stomp my feet on the floor and pull his annoyingly soft hair out.

"Fine." I calmed down and started the engine, deciding to ignore the obnoxious asshole behind me. At the very least, I get to do this.

Needless to say, it was difficult to ignore his presence when he was so close to me, and I could feel his heavy breathing behind my neck. When I needed help handling the motorcycle or making a difficult spin, his hands would always move towards my waist or my hands.

Logan had been teaching me about bike racing for the past hour. He was extremely patient with me while training me and made me practice all of the new techniques he taught me. I discovered what we could do with the throttle and brakes, as well as how steering affects traction. He also showed me how to relax my body and corner the bike at a 50-degree angle, which was, to be honest, the most exciting thing I'd ever done.

I had not intended to take lessons from him today; it was not at all what I had planned, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. Because of how much his proximity affected me, I had to hold my breath several times. Butterflies erupted in my stomach every time his front touched my back or his grip on my waist that tightens to direct my body to different angles to control the bike. Overall, I had a great time, and Logan even considered bringing me back here someday to let me ride it.

"You surprisingly did a good job for someone who isn't trained in bike riding," Logan said as I got off the bike, his eyes amused.

"Well, coming from you, I consider that the highest compliment." I raise my helmet visor. "Thank you," I replied gratefully, a smile on my lips.

"You are most welcome." He spoke close to my face while maintaining eye contact with me. It took everything I had not to blush and turn away from his piercing gaze.

To my embarrassment, my stomach protested loudly, demanding that it be fed because there was nothing inside my stomach. When Logan noticed my embarrassment, he chuckled and tried to hide it.

"Come on, I know a great spot."

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