Ultraviolet rays scintillated the cream-coloured walls of Logan's dorm room. The purple throw-over on the bed shone with intensity in its contrast to the silvery sheets draped over two intertwined bodies. The light sauntered gracefully through the room, chasing away the darkened shadows of the night into nothingness as it greeted the occupants and objects in the room with its warmth.

The pile of disheveled papers on the work desk spoke volumes of the disorganized tendencies of its owner. The disarray of clothes splattered on the floor spoke of a lustful passion only dreamed about after a long night savoring the pages of "50 shades of Grey" or a book more suited to increasing the libido and sexual desire of some.

Casting its gentle graces upon the faces of the occupants, the sun cradled the girl's features, softly caressing her visage whilst brushing across her alabaster skin. Turning its attention to the male, the sun halted in what could only be assumed as an avid appreciation for God's near-perfect creation. His chiseled features and messy hair presented the perfect contrast to accompany his well-toned arms and defined musculature that flexed instinctively in response to the girl's muffled stirrings.

"Babe…what time is it?" a groggy voice filled the cleansed morning air.

"Ace go back to sleep…" came an equally sleep-filled reply as the boy tightened his hold around her waist.

"Logan, we have that – " but her reply was cut short when she felt velvet lips capture her own in a tender kiss. Rolling back onto his side with his eyes still closed, Logan buried his head in the crook of her neck whispering against her smooth skin.

"I said go back to sleep babe."

"And you decide to punctuate your command with a kiss?"

"Indeed I did."

"And am I supposed to follow your orders like a 1960s housewife?"

"Ah huh," was Logan's sleepy reply.

"Logan!" gasped Rory as she sat up suddenly, "What kind of reply was that?"

Smiling at her feisty response, he sat up slowly, capturing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and fingers to clear away some of the sleep remnants from the corners of his eyes. Glancing at her face, mockingly contorted with irritation, he chuckled lightly tackling her onto her back, hovering over her slender frame clad in a light blue tank top.

"You're beautiful when you're angry," he smirked at her inability to control her blush. It did not, however, deter her from the reason for her outburst.

"And you are less than charming when you choose to follow the long line of chauvinistic, frat boys who infiltrate this sacred planet and pollute it with their less-than-evolutionary views on females," she huffed in response, crossing her arms over her chest and biting her bottom lip.

"Oh believe me Ace, I have plenty of respect for God's generous contribution to the human race through the female species," he allowed his eyes to deliberately graze over her body lingering on every curve as his voice greeted her in husky tone.

"Oh yes, God forbid Logan Huntzberger was denied sex! I mean seriously, is there a hell more potent?" Rory rolled her eyes with her response, the cerulean orbs communicating her sarcasm more effectively than her tone of voice, which shuddered slightly under his gaze.

Instead of answering her immediately, Logan stared at her intently. His eyes locked with hers in a battle of dominance in the clash of chocolate and blue. Leaning down to whisper in her ear, he took his time to punctuate each syllable thereby allowing his breath to tickle her sensitive skin and evoke a slight whimper -either from the sensation or his words, he would never truly know, "Hell is when you aren't right here, in my arms, like this."

With his admission, he allowed his words time to sink in by grazing the tip of his nose along the side of her neck. Dropping feather light kisses along her collarbone towards her right shoulder where he lightly nibbled on the skin, suctioning it into his mouth until he was satisfied she was branded as his. Her hands grazed through his dirty-blond locks, bringing his body closer to hers as she lifted his chin with the gentlest of touches, capturing his lips in a heated kiss that left them both panting.

"Maybe I should insult your feminist streak more often Ace," breathed Logan with his eyes still closed while resting his forehead against hers.

"Or maybe, you could toss out lines as smooth as that without needing me to want to throttle you."

Brushing his hand along her cheek before cradling her face in his palm, Logan smiled back at his girlfriend, "where's the fun in that Ace? You're sexy when you want to throttle me," his chuckle on the final sentence earned him a thorough shove as Rory got out of bed and headed for the shower. Laughing in her wake, Logan begged the question, "what did I say, Ace?"

Without turning around, Rory simply threw back, "Are you coming MAC?" as she proceeded to remove the tank top before heading through the door. Smiling at her retreating back, Logan noticed the calendar on the cupboard door: October 25th…1week until his departure for London and he still hadn't a clue how to break the news to Rory.

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"You know mate, ever since Rory got back from the hospital, we hardly see the L-man anymore," mumbled a despondent Finn from his position on the couch. Unlike most ordinary people who chose to occupy the couch in an upright vertical or horizontal position, Finn decided to lie sprawled with his dead on the ground and his feet dangling over the backrest.

"Can you blame him Finn? I doubt Rory has any problem locating where one's head and feet should go when sitting on a couch," mused Colin in pure irritation.

"I told you mate, that girl Jennifer is a complete stunner. Totally coming home with me when she sees how good my yoga skills are,"

"Your what now?"

"Yoga mate. Y-O-G-A. She's the instructor over at the campus gym."

"And this is practice to impress a lady? Since when have you become the effort-presenting type?"

"That's how Logan landed Reporter-girl! I want me some of that,"

"And you're gonna get that from this Judi?"

"Nah mate, I think her name was Julie? Anyway, she's hot," mumbled Finn in his disastrous attempt to relieve himself of the painful position he landed himself in.

"Yeah, that's pure love right there."

"See? I knew you'd come around mate. Now give me some love. My back just broke I think…I can't move." Finn mumbled in a contorted, half-somersault position on the floor.

The two friends were hoisted out of their most precious bonding time by a powerful knock on the door. Looking between the two of them they braced themselves for the occupant that lay just beyond their sanctuary. Ambling toward the door, Finn pulled it open and his look of confusion amplified when he noticed the blonde boy in hipster jeans, all stars and Hugo-boss jacket standing with his back toward him.

"Can I help you mate?"

"Well, as a matter of fact, that may just be possible Finn my boy," stated the stranger as he turned around. A smirk planted firmly on his face.

"Tristan DuGray?"

"The one and only McCrea. The one and only."

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Okay so at the end of Chapter 11, I promised to add this twist to the story and I intend on following it through. I'm not entirely sure how many people are still following this story given my inconsistency of updates but I need your help – those of you who are reading this.

My writing had halted each time I stopped updating and as such, I have noticed my decline in acuity when it comes to literary finesse. So while I know I have little right to ask, please review and help me better my writing where I can and moreover, comment on the turns and progression of this story so that I am aware of whether it is much too late to see this story through to its end or whether there is still a demand for this story out there.

Much love to all who are reading and I apologise for the slow progression of each chapter but as I get a better understanding of where we're at, I will update with chapters that hold much more detail to the story line than filler chapters.

LexiH