He'd caught sight of her when she was turning around in a bar. From that moment on, he'd wanted her. He wanted to shove her against walls, to smear her lipstick with his thumb, to know how she sounded when she couldn't catch her breath. He wanted all of her even if he knew from sight alone that she'd never give it all.
Logan could have lied to himself and said that it was the grace in her movements, the vigor in her gesture, or the light in her eyes that left him hungry. But he knew it was nothing by physical. Her looks deceived him into thinking she was innocent when her eyes told him she was sullied. But he was a man used to deceiving and willing to be deceived.
He'd come up behind her, his fingers ghosting the small of her back. She turned around, unsurprised at his presence and unmoved by the starving look in his eyes.
"Doing anything?" he asked casually, swallowing on a parched throat.
She shrugged, looking up at him through coal colored eyelashes. "You have something in mind?"
He nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. He had always assumed he was much smoother than this, but he felt very clumsy at that moment.
She smiled, or it was more accurate to say that her smile changed. She looked like she'd been smiling since she was born and she hadn't bothered to take a break. She reached up and kissed him and it was chaste enough, just a peck really. He couldn't understand why he felt the urge to toss her on top of the bar and fuck her senseless with the whole world watching.
"I don't want to know your name," she said mysteriously.
He smirked and felt back in his element. "Good girl doesn't want to remember her first one night stand?"
She laughed, giggled actually, and said, "Good girl doesn't want you to be sorry when I leave."
Then she turned and started to move away, and he already felt the pangs of loss, but it wasn't for her. It was for another girl who still lived inside his head, red lips twisted into a grin, bare feet leaping from star to star, leaving a trail of glitter and twisted metal in her wake.
But this girl looked over her shoulder and took him by the hand, leading him out. She didn't let go. She didn't abandon him. And nameless as she was, she never ceased to exist.
It was a courtesy he wasn't used to.
