"Ow!" Loganprotested.
"I missthis."
"Myhair?"
"The curls. They were so softand..."
"Messy," Logan said, wrinkling his nose before dipping his mouth to Peter'sshoulder.
"You mean adorable," Peter sighed. "Hot."
Logan huffed in amusement. "Fortunately, it does growback."
"Yeah," Peter agreed before it occurred to him that Logan would be back in North Carolina for a long while before that happened,unless...
Well.
Unless he grabbed for his chance at happiness while he could. Unless he was willing to risk humiliation and heartbreak and put his cards on thetable.
He thought of Jared and swallowed.Noregrets.
"I don't suppose you've ever considered moving back North?" he asked, hoping he sounded at least a littlecasual.
Logan laid his forearm across Peter's chest and propped his chin on it. "Nope. I hadn't," he said, breaking Peter's heart just a tiny bit. But that was okay. Better to know, better to try. That would be his newphilosophy.
"Until tonight," Logan finished, so softly that Peter wasn't sure he'd heardright.
He swallowed hard. "Better football teams up here," he told Logan. "More walking. Good for yourhealth."
"Right. And I can work from anywhere. But I'm just not sure about a studio. Where would I keep my paperproducts?"
"I might be willing to compromise," Peter began, but then he froze solid as the door opened and light from the hall spilledin.
Logan moved on top of him like a human shield, which was sweet as anything, except that Logan was naked too, and Peter was suddenly feeling very proprietary about anyone else seeing Logan's bareass.
"Hey, what the hell?" he demanded, just as Logan said, "Getout!"
"Hey! Whoa! Sorry, dudes!" The guy raised a hand to shield his eyes but otherwise seemed undeterred, stepping right into the room and moving toward the pile of Peter and Logan's discarded clothes. "I heard you had mysock."
"Yourwhat?" Loganasked.
"My sock," the guy repeated, bending toward the pile. "Cupid's all about the matched pairs. Ha!" He giggled. "Cupid joke for ya. Anyway, got it! Grabbed it! Still not looking. Leaving now. You just have fun there, boys. Y'all move fast, but Ilikeit."
He flashed them a grin as he departed, shutting the door behindhim.
Logan turned to Peter. "Wasthat...?"
"The guy pretending to be Cupid?" Peter finished. He rubbed absently at his chest. "I think so. Hehitmeearlier."
"Metoo!"
Logan scrambled to sit up, rubbing at his own chest. He looked at Peter warily, and Peter very carefully said nothing at all, and then they both dissolved into laughter at the utterridiculousness.
"Do you wanna go somewhere?" Logan asked when they'd recovered. "Like, literally,anywherebuthere?"
"I would love to," Peter said, sitting up and reaching for his jeans. "Coffee, or a drink, or ice cream in February. Whatever you want to—Oh,shit!"
"What?" Logan paused in the midst of pulling on his shirt. "Problem?"
