We'd just finished eating when the waitress came to clear our plates and asked if we wanted anything for dessert.

"Banana split, two spoons," he told her, never taking his eyes off me.

My eyes went wide, surprised that he remembered, and he must've sensed it because he smiled at me. "What? Did you think I'd forget?"

I just shook my head. I had no words.

He leaned forward, so close our knees touched. His hands under the table reached for my legs as he slowly ran his fingers up the side of my thighs. "I remember everything about that night, Amanda. Everything."

And if I lived my life like Logan Matthews, this is the moment I wished I could forget the past. Forget what he did. Forget that he hurt me. Because I wanted so badly—more than anything else—to be able to forgive him. And maybe, just maybe, we could be everything I once hoped for.

The dessert arrived and he scooted next to me, sharing the banana split like we did on our date. Only this time, I was surrounded by the memories of him, and of that night.

His arm rested on the back of the seat behind me. He moved his body closer. "Hey." His voice was low and husky when he continued. "Remember when you did that thing with the Gummy Bear in my mouth?"

My eyes fell shut. Of course I remembered. I could feel him move his mouth closer to my ear. His breath was against my neck.

"I remember it," he whispered, his breathing heavy. "I remember feeling your mouth on mine, feeling the heat of your breath mixed with the cold of the ice-cream. I remember thinking it was the sexiest fucking thing that's ever happened to me. Ever." My hand instinctively landed on his leg. I slowly turned my head towards him, never once opening my eyes. I felt his lips brush against mine, from side to side, so fucking lightly. His fingers snaked through my hair, his palm on the back of my head, holding it in place. I caught my breath. He kissed my lips softly, just once. "I remember that about two minutes after that, you were on me, with my hands on your ass while you were grinding on my dick."

I froze.

I couldn't move. I couldn't think.

All I could do is remember. Remember the way his mouth moved with mine, the way he touched me, the way he made me feel like he worshipped me.

"I remember thinking how badly I wanted to be inside you," his breath came faster, heavier. And somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered that we were in a public place. But I just didn't fucking care right now. He kept going, "I remember wanting to fuck you, Amanda."

I bit my lip to stop the moan from escaping.

"Breathe," he said.

And I let out all the air I didn't know I was holding. "Do you remember?" he asked, still speaking low, that huskiness in his voice driving me crazy.

I nodded my head slowly.

His lips moved against mine, so fucking softly, I could've imagined it.

Then with his hand on the back of my head, he pulled me closer to him. Our lips touched, but didn't move. Against my mouth, he said, "I promised I wouldn't kiss you. So if you want this, you have to be the one to do it."

I did.

I did want it.

I turned so my entire body was facing him as I leaned into him. I started to move my mouth against his. I heard him moan, waiting for me to keep going. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue along his bottom lip—

"Logan?"

We both pulled apart and looked to the sound, to the girl standing at our table. She looked from Logan to me, and then back to him again.

I heard him cuss under his breath and lean back in his chair.

"I'm sorry to interrupt." She looked at us curiously for a moment, taking us in.

"What's up, Amber?" He sounded pissed.

"I just wanted to say sorry, about my brother and his friends. And what they did to your stuff. I heard they—"

Logan sat up a little. "It's fine," he cut in. "It's only stuff. I'll see you around, okay?"

She looked taken aback for second, and then recovered. "Oh, okay. See you."

Then she walked away, having no clue what she'd just interrupted.

It was silent for a while as we both caught our breaths, thinking about the mistake we were just about to make.

"Amanda—"

"I'm good to go. You ready?" I got up quickly, fished some money out of my bag and threw it on the table.

Logan

We ended up at the grocery store next. She bought groceries while I picked out a bunch of stuff I needed for my bathroom; soaps, shampoo, toothpaste, all the shit I didn't bother to take when I packed up and left the frat house.

I heard her name being called and when I looked up, I saw that same asshole from her work. He lazily walked up to her and didn't stop until he was a foot in front of her. The entire walk, he was eye-licking her. His gaze trained on her goddamn legs.

"Hey Tony, what are you doing here?" Her back was to me so I couldn’t see her reaction to his ogling, but I could hear the sweetness in her voice.

"Just buying stuff to make dinner. I'm cooking for the family tonight," he bragged. Asshat. Who the fuck does that?

"A boy that cooks? Wow."

Pshh—I could cook.

Lie.

"Yeah, I try you know." He shrugged, smiling at her. And I know what that smile was. I've used it a hundred times before. It always worked with me. But it won't for him. Not this time.

I pulled a huge box of condoms and lube from the shelf and walked up to them. My arm went around her shoulders as I brought her into me.