Logan’s mouth twitches. “You asking?”
I smirk. “I’m telling.”
He huffs a laugh, but lets me pull him toward the center of the floor. I feel Daniel’s eyes on us for half a second, maybe Luke’s and Peter’s too—but I don’t look back.
I don’t care.
The music shifts—bass thumping deeper, slower now. Less chaotic. Bodies crowd around us, but Logan stays close, slotting into my space like he belongs there.
I slide a hand to his waist, grip the fabric of his shirt, and tug him flush against me.
“You sure?” he asks, voice low, mouth near my ear. “They will see.”
“Yeah,” I breathe. “I’m sure.”
His hands find my shoulders. Then my jaw. And suddenly we’re just...here. Moving together like the rest of the club doesn’t exist. He tilts his head, and our foreheads brush. I can feel his smile against my cheek.
And then—fuck it—I press my mouth to his.
It’s not some sloppy club kiss. It’s not about the crowd. It’sus. Steady. Unshakable. A quiet storm of everything I’ve been holding in. I kiss him because I want to. Because I’m proud of the fact he’s mine.
Because I don’t want to hide anymore.
When I pull back, his eyes are wide with a stunned shock. His lips parted.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he says, chest rising. “Are you?”
I nod. “Better than okay.”
I don’t look around to see who saw. I don’t need to. Because he’s the only one that matters.
Logan’s fingers are curled into my shirt like he’s trying not to float away. And I pull him to me again. “I’m done keeping you a secret. I’m ready to tell everyone.”
“Shit, yeah, as long as you’re ready.”
Logan kisses me again—quick this time, just a brush of his lips that feels like a promise—and then we make our way back to where the others are huddled near the edge of the dance floor, drinks in hand and smirks already locked and loaded.
Peter blinks first. “Wait—you two?” He looks between us, then down at Logan’s hand still resting low on my back. “I didn’t even know you were into guys, man.”
I shrug, heart still thudding but steady now. “Guess you do now.”
Peter’s face scrunches like he’s recalibrating. “Huh.” Then he grins. “Honestly? That tracks. I mean… Loganishot. If I were into dudes, I’d fuck him.”
Logan barks out a laugh, and I roll my eyes.
Eli whistles, leaning back into Max. “Finally. Took you long enough. I told you there was something between them,” he says looking at his boyfriend.
Luke fake gasps. “Are we witnessing a real-lifeHallmarkmoment? Onmynight out? Why does everyone but me get theHallmarkmoment?”
Daniel just lifts his drink. “To Captain Shaw, bravely exiting the closet in neon lighting.”
“Eat shit,” I mutter, but I’m grinning too hard for it to land.
Max, of course, stays chill as ever. “You good?” he asks, eyes flicking between me and Logan.
“Yeah,” I say, and mean it with everything I’ve got. “I really am.”
