Page 31 of In Too Long


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Logan made me ready to explode.

“Any of it. All of it.”

“Yes, it’s okay,” I said.

“And that it’s today? When you might be feeling vulnerable and—”

I took his head in my hands and pulled him from my body so that he could look at me when I said, “It’s okay that it’s today. It’s probably only happeningbecauseit’s today. And things may need to go back to ‘just friends’ tomorrow, and I reserve that right.”

“Of course, whatever you—”

“But for now, for tonight, I need you to use me like I’m a girl you’ll never see again.”

He stared at me, dumbfounded. And then I smiled. And he laughed. His laugh was deep and throaty and made me tingle in places that had already started tingling from his kisses.

Tingle-on-tingle action. You couldn’t do better than that.

I put my finger in his chin indent. “Make me forget today, Logan,” I whispered.

His eyes turned a darker brown, intensity replacing his laughter. “Done, Megan,” he said.

Just as his hands crawled from my waist to my boobs—which were aching and so, so ready to be touched—there was a knock on my door.

“Everybody decent? No nudity to deal with?” Chloe’s singsong voice came from the other side. Then she burst into the room, only to stop in her tracks when she saw Logan lying on top of me, my legs open and wide under him. “Oh, shit, I was just kidding. I didn’t really think—”

“Need to have the roommate boundary talk, I see,” Logan said as he eased off me. He moved behind me, positioning me in front of him, I guess to hide his hard dick outlined by his joggers. I rolled to my side and sat up on the edge of the bed, my back to him, concealing his body.

“Jesus, Chloe,” I said.

“I’m so sorry, I just wanted to…” I thought she might turn tail and we could get back to business, but no, she kept coming into the room, turning her phone around to show me. “Look. It’s been, like, a half hour since I posted, and already a thousand views.”

“Posted what?” I asked, taking her phone.

“Us eating pizza,” she said.

“Us eating pizza got a thousand views?” I knew Chloe had over ten thousand subscribers, which Emily told me was really impressive for only having been at it for a couple of years. But to have a thousand views of girls eating pizza on a Monday night?

Oh.It wasn’tjustgirls eating pizza, was it?

“Logan, why didn’t you say that people are obsessed with you?” Chloe asked.

“What?” Logan jerked up, sitting behind me and swooping my hair from my shoulder so he could rest his chin there to look at the phone I held up.

“Somebody shared it. Or lots of somebodies. I haven’t done any analytics on it yet. Too new. But it’s a lot for one of my DITL posts. Like, twenty times normal.”

“What’s DITL?” I asked.

“Day in the life,” both Logan and Chloe said at the same time.

“You’re big on socials?” I asked him. I didn’t know why, but it seemed out of character from what I knew of him.

And that just brought home the fact that I didn’t know anything about Logan Fields, other than that he was a love-’em-and-leave-’em hockey player who had recently lost his brother.

And his body felt like it was sculpted in granite and made to be an exact fit to mine.

And for today, that was enough.

“I’m not,” he said. “Well, I didn’t want to be. It’s a long story, and—”