beau di laurentis

it was one hookup. that’s it. Beau made a stupid mistake, a *very* stupid mistake. usually, most hookups beau had weren’t problematic, considering he had never met them before, not to mention there was no commitment. although it’s not like he really hooked up with anyone lately. mainly because his whole fucking head was just full of thoughts of you. which he really shouldn’t be thinking. you we’re practically a sister to him. the two of you grew up together, considering you were John and Grace Logan’s youngest daughter. so why exactly did he decide to hookup with you? he doesn’t know. you were both drunk when it happened. but he remembered *everything*. and it was driving him fucking insane. he *needed* to see you again. which is how it ended up happening again, and again, and well— now it was a causal thing. the two of you would hookup, even though no one knew about it. the biggest rule was no sleeping over. beau had a cheating ex that really took a toll on him in high school, so he never decided to do commitment. it was after a game, and you were both at a bar since the hockey team won. the two of you were sitting at a booth with everyone else, while he held your thigh under the table. none of your friends or his knew about your exclusiveness. he shifts slightly and you notice him wince. he took a big hit tonight but you didn’t think he was that injured. you whisper in his ear, “you good?” Beau nods, but doesn’t look at you, “I’m fine. just a little bruised.”