Chapter 58: Playful

I rushed into the kitchen and glanced at the time... 1pm. Not only had I missed breakfast but clearly lunch too. I raked my hands down over my face in disdain. The kitchen was completely empty and all that was left was a faint smell of food from earlier and the tiniest hint of bacon. My stomach growled loudly in protest and a frustrated sigh escaped from my lips.

Logan strolled into the room with a laugh. "I see you finally decided to wake up", he said. Jokingly he continued as he walked to the fridge, "Hmm... I do wonder what kept you up all night?". Even though he phrased his words like a question I had the sneaky suspicion that he already knew. Letting my eyes roll in fake annoyance I took a seat at the bar. He wasn't getting an answer from me.

He pulled a plate from the fridge and sat it on the counter. Logan then pulled away the plastic covering to reveal a huge plate of breakfast leftovers. My mouth instantly started to water. He picked up a piece of bacon bringing it slowly to his lips. As I followed the bacon up, I made eye contact with him. He was staring right at me with a shit eating grin.... what a tease!

I lunged forward trying to snatch the bacon from his hand, but he was too fast and shoved it into his mouth. Once deciding I would loose that particular piece I went for the plate. For a huge man, Logan was ridiculously fast at moving the food. He held the plate up high above his head and laughed manically.

If he thought I wouldn't climb him like a bean stalk to get to that food then he was wrong! My feet were on the ground in an instant and I was charging to him. I jumped up trying to reach for the plate but my hand didn't even reach his elbow. My God, he had to be the tallest person I had ever seen. I stepped on his toes trying to gain a few more inches. He kept laughing, almost in tears at this point. Jerk....

"Why don't you just ask me to give it to you?", he asked through laughs. Frustrated, I felt like if I just asked him for the plate then I was losing some kind of game. I was going to win whatever this was.

Jumping up again with no prevail I devised an evil plan. A sweet smile spread across my face and I looked up into Logan's eyes. My hand pressed against his rock hard chest as I closed the distance between us. His laughter stopped abruptly and he leaned down to look at me. I trailed my hand down his chest leisurely, stopping at his waist band. His body tensed under my touch. I hooked a finger in the band and his massive but free hand now came to rest on my hip. He searched my eyes with distrust on his face. Soon the plate he had kept away was coming closer and closer to my level though. Even if he didn't trust what I was doing my plan was still working!

Two could play at these teasing games... but who was really going to win? I was not above playing dirty.

I kept the plate in my peripheral vision but used my hand not hooked in his waist band to reach up and touch his beard. It was long and my thoughts wandered to the hansom face he had hidden beneath all that hair. My hand roamed to his long hair that cascaded down his shoulders. Usually he tied it back but today he left it free. I tugged lightly on a strand and his eyes flashed from the warmest chocolate to a beautiful gold. The plate was now right beside me.

The hand I had tugged at his hair with now travelled down his left arm slowly. When I reached his hand, I grabbed the plate and took off running. Haha! Logan had no idea what hit him! All I heard was a loud roar as I ran to the stairs.