“We don’t need this anymore,” he whispered, tugging at her dress and stripping off his boxers. He sat back against the couch, pulling her over him.
She yanked the dress off over her head, letting it hit the floor as he traced a line from her ear to her tattooed arms with his fingertip, his eyes searing into her skin. She wanted to stay in that moment forever.
She sank onto him, his voice catching in his throat as he whispered, “You feel so good, baby.” She froze once more—there was no ignoring it that time.
But… what if?
She could be his baby.
That would be fine, wouldn’t it?
That would be more than fine.
God, why did it have to be more complicated than that?
She moved her hips against his, his smile spreading over her neck while she gently stroked his hair and shoulders, slowing down her pace to get the most out of him.
He leaned his head back and bucked his hips into her, holding onto the eye contact they typically avoided at that point. He watched her lips part as she lost control.
Neither of them had the presence of mind to hear Matty’s keys in the door.
But they sure as shit heard Logan yell, “What the fuck?”
Everything happened in a blur. Milo hauling her off of his lap and scrambling to find her dress, Sara trying to calm down a very drunk Logan whose string of angry opposition only grew louder.
Milo fumbled with his clothes while Hanna pulled on her dress, trying her best to avoid eye contact with everyone in the room while Matty turned away and Sara stared with wide eyes.
It was over.
It was goddamn over.
Whatever had shifted, whatever was changing, it was gone in an instant, the consequences raining over them.
Milo stood between her and Logan in an attempt to slow him down as he pushed past Sara and stormed toward Hanna, yelling. His eyes were wild and the smell of beer seeped across the room.
“Logan, calm down,” Milo said, but that just made things worse.
“Don’t fucking talk to me, Milo. Of all the?—”
“Guys,” Matty groaned, rubbing his forehead.
Logan’s eyes burned a hole through her. “You swore there was nothing happening between you two, I asked you point-blank yesterday, and you fucking lied to me!”
He stood between all of them, slurring and waving his arms, but everyone pieced together what he’d said just fine.
She tried not to look at Sara, who was standing next to Matty with her hand over her mouth while Logan continued shouting.
“Logan, you’re drunk. Go home,” Hanna practically spat. She could not believe she was right back to Logan ruining everything good in her life once more. “Go back to Sloane!”
“I might be drunk, but at least I’m not a fucking liar!” He glared at her and then at Milo, who looked as bewildered as she felt. “And you. After everything we’ve come back from, you motherfucker!”
“I told you the truth at the time,” she insisted. “Okay?”
“Oh yeah? Is that what ‘just friends’ looks like to you?” He emphasized just friends with air quotes that felt like a slap in the face.
Logan stopped yelling long enough to look her in the eye, and she could see that it wasn’t just a drunken ex ranting. Logan thought she meant she was holding space for him.
“Logan, when we talked, I thought you were trying to smooth things over. I didn’t think?—”
