Ravenswood

Prologue

"All I want is the taste of your lips on mine", his voice was rough, carrying just a hint of untame emotion while his normal look of indifference faltered for a few moments. 

I stared wide eyed at the broken boy who had caught my attention since I first came to this s**t hole of a town, the boy who knew all my secrets yet told none. My heart was physically aching inside my chest. How is it that he could have treated me like utter garbage yet I still found myself entranced by everything that is him? Unable to escape him even if I tried. 

"f**k you, leave me alone" I spat, shoving him away from me, trying to put some distance between us while I desperately tried to reign in my rage. How dare he say that? All he has done for the past few months is completely ignore me or degrade me while he utterly disregarded any of my feelings or wants in the process, never once stopping to think about someone else other than himself. He is a selfish prick! 

"If only it was that simple" He breathed, unfrazzled by my anger outburst as he stepped closer, once again closing the distance between us, ignoring my clear intent to be as far away from him as possible. 

"If only everything was that simple" He sighed speaking more to himself as he lifted his hand to my face trailing his finger down my cheek while his stormy blue eyes searched my own with my chest heaving between us. My hand twitched to swat his palm away from my face, but again my body didn't listen to my mind when it came to him. He was bad news from the start. 

I opened my mouth to try and speak, to scream at him to get away from me once and for all, but his close proximity made it hard for me to think straight. I could physically feel the air stiring between us as we both took deep breaths, neither one of us able to look away. Neither one of us daring to try.

"I don't know how much longer I can do this" He half shouted to the sky above us running a hand through his messy dark hair. He really is as f*****g crazy as I thought.

His deep blue eyes lowered back to mine before they darted around my face searching for something, what exactly, I wasn't sure. What struck me was the pain clear on his face as he looked at me. His perfect brow furrowed while his nostrils flared slightly. The scent I now identify as him, filtered through my nostrils, his signature scent of male musk and lilies that I often found myself craving.

"What's wrong with you?" I cleared my throat, my voice sounding a few octaves higher than normal. I was still hyper aware of his hand that now cupped my cheek while the rough pad of his thumb rubbed gently along my cheekbone. Even if I did think he was a bloody prick, I still didn't want to see him in pain, something about it bugged me to the core. As if his pain was my own.

What on earth was happening to me in this strange town?

His eyes darted to my lips and back up to my eyes before he crashed his lips to mine, sucking the air straight out of my mouth and igniting that fire that roared so deep within me that it sent a flame of goose bumps trailing down my spine in it's wake. My lips tingled in response while I lifted my hands to his chest, wanting to desperately shove him off again to put the safe distance between us. I couldn't go down this road with him again, I can't be sucked into his mixed signals bullshit anymore, but like I said before, my body had a completely different idea when it came to this boy. 

As if sensing my inner turmoil to push him away, he pushed me back against the wall gently, locking me in place while he smirked against my lips. Bastard. Why can't I stop? I plunged my tongue inside his mouth, tasting the sweet alcohol that still lingered on his lips as his warm tongue runs along mine. My mind is no longer in charge, the sensation of his lips on mine and his hands running down my sides to my hips are too much for me to bare, every fiber of me feels as if it has been brought to life for the first time. I hated the feelings he instilled in me with just his touch alone. I could never let him know that he held such an effect over me. Unsure of what to do with my hands they find their way to his unruly hair, grabbing fistfuls and tugging gently while a low moan escapes my lips. 

He pulls his mouth away from mine and I whimper from the loss of contact and before I can protest his full lips start to pepper kisses along my jaw to my neck, his teeth graze my collarbone and I moan as the electric feeling shoots down my whole body settling between my legs while he gently nips and sucks on my skin. Every single time this boy gets too close to me I loose all coherent thought and become lost in this indescribable magnetic feeling that pulses between us. 

"Logan.. Stop" I groan, screwing my eyes shut and trying to will my conviction to remain strong.

Come on Sarah, remember what he did.... 

He didn't stop, instead he pulls my hips closer to his, causing me to take in a sharp breath at the contact. God, the things he does to me, but we can't do this, I won't be his doormat. 

"Logan!" I say again, my voice clearer and slightly more unwavering than before. 

He stops, stepping back a little to look at me, his stormy eyes much darker than before swarming with mossy green flecs while his full lips are a deeper pink and slightly swollen from our recent assault on one another.

The desire and awe flickering within his eyes almost took my breath away. 

"We cant" I croaked, even though I want him with every fiber of my being, he's too complicated.. We're too complicated..

The softness within his eyes disappears instantly and his usual look of indifference solidifies on his face. There he is. The Logan I've come to know. Prick. 

"Fine" He snaps, letting go of me "Lets just keep this to ourselves, yeah?". 

"Oh there you are Prick, I was wondering where you went" I snarled, disgusted at myself for feeling this way about him. He makes me too emotional. This is our usual pattern, hot and cold. Humiliated and hurt. Go figure. 

"Goodnight Sarah" He smirks, spinning on his heel and leaving me clinging to the wall behind me as I catch my breath. I hate him.