Behind The Lies

 

 “Hey babe, I’m home,” 24-year-old Mike Cain hollered as he shut the front door behind him. With two suitcases in each hand, he made his way towards the living room.

 

            “Is he here?” His girlfriend, Lindsay, enquired, craning her neck towards the shadow approaching from behind him.

 

            Mike turned around slowly, placing the luggage on the ground. “Yeah… hun, this is Logan... you know, the guy I told you would be staying with us for a bit? He’s new in town so I let him have a place to crash before he’s back on his feet.”

 

            Logan flashed a smile, showing a set of pearly white teeth. “Nice to meet you,” He thrust out his hand, signaling for a handshake.

 

            “Hi, I’m Lindsay.”

 

            “Uh… yeah, I know…” Logan stammered, shuffling his feet nervously. He eyed her up and down, taking a big gulp.

 

            It was hard not to have a thing for Lindsay; she was tall and slender, big at all the right spots.

 

            “Mike’s uh… told me a lot about you,”

 

            “Really? Good things, I hope.” Her layered, chestnut-brown hair hung down the back of her back perfectly and her almond-colored eyes dazzled as she flashed a grin.

 

            “Of course,” Mike slipped an arm around her waist, massaging her back slightly. “Why wouldn’t I?”

 

            Logan ran a quick hand through his dirty-blonde hair, trying his best not to keep staring at her. She was gorgeous.

 

            And he needed her.

 

            He wanted her.

 

            Badly. 

 

            It had been 2 days and Logan could not keep his eyes off of Lindsay. Her smile, she looks, her personality; everything about her seemed to make him drool.

 

            If it were any other girl, Logan would already have been able to hook up with her; too bad this was Lindsay, who just so happened to be his best friend’s girlfriend.

 

            He couldn’t help it though.

 

            Best friend’s girlfriend or not he had to have her.

 

            Just as he was beginning to get lost in his thoughts, he heard shouting coming from downstairs. Being the curious cat he was, Logan peeked through the crack in the door of the guestroom he was staying in.

 

            Below in the kitchen Mike and Lindsay were arguing, but he couldn’t exactly make out what they were saying.

 

            Before he knew it, he heard footsteps running up, and then a slam of a door next door. Logan knew something was amiss, but he didn’t want to be too hasty to comfort her. Getting something; or someone, you really want would take time, and he was in no rush whatsoever.

 

            Night approached, and Logan was lying in bed after a somewhat awkward dinner. No one had said anything to each other and Mike and Lindsay weren’t even giving eye contact. His mind was racing with thoughts on when and how he should make his move.

 

            As if someone were reading his thoughts, he heard the door open and close next door, and light steps heading downstairs.

 

            It was definitely Lindsay.

 

            How he knew?

 

            Mike wasn’t a light sleeper, and did not have light footsteps at all.

 

            Climbing out of bed he made his way towards the kitchen. Lindsay was seated by the counter, sipping on a glass of water.

 

            Logan stopped dead in his tracks, absorbing the scene in front of him. Lindsay wasn’t wearing anything except a lacey bra and thongs to match.

 

            “Uh…” He covered his mouth quickly, aware that his cover was blown.

 

            She turned around and gasped, grabbing a towel from the tabletop and covering her semi-naked body with it. “I… didn’t know you were there.”

 

            “Yeah, sorry about that… I just… was feeling hungry,” he walked towards the refrigerator slowly, darting his eyes back and forth.

 

            “Sorry, it must have been awkward… and during dinner as well.”

 

            Logan finally looked up, right into her soft brown eyes. “It’s okay… are you and Mike fighting or something?”

 

            This would be the cue – plan in action.

 

            Lindsay sighed, twirling a lock of brown hair around her finger, “Well, you could say that… It’s stupid; actually… he’s causing an argument over nothing.”

 

            “Then what did you guys fight about? It must have been something for you two to be so mad…” He sat on the stool next to her, wanting so badly to take off the towel covering her.

 

            “It was just… He said that you were… you know… looking at me, weirdly. Like… you were interested in me or something. I know, it’s stupid. I don’t know where he gets those ideas from…” She trailed off, looking up at him for some sort of answer.

 

            Logan moved towards her closer, but not that it was so obvious. “Well… do you really blame him? I mean… you’re gorgeous.” He wiped his palms against his Levi jeans nervously.

 

            She stared at him, in surprise and disbelief. “Um… Logan… I… don’t know what to say.”

 

            He stood up and walked towards her until their lips were almost touching. “You don’t have to say anything…” He murmured, his hot breath against her skin.

 

            Just as their lips met, she pulled away, confused.

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