I guess this is what I have to look forward to.
“I’m glad the two of you are agreed, but I didn’t give my answer yet.”
Reed snickers while Logan has the good sense to look apologetic. He rubs a hand along the back of his neck.
“Maybe it would help if I showed you your room?”
I do want to see the room, but I don’t need any inducements to make my decision. “That won’t be necessary.”
Logan stares at me as I draw the moment out, enjoying the way he squirms.
“Mean, Blair-Bear,” Reed whispers.
“It won’t be necessary, because even if you decorated it with camo, wooden ducks, and one of those stupid singing fish, I’d still say yes.”
Logan barks out a laugh. “That would be hideous.”
“Yep. But even that wouldn’t be enough to make me say no.”
“So that’s a yes? Yes, you’ll move in with me?” God, the naked hope shining in his eyes almost undoes me.
I glance at Reed, who nods. “Yeah, Viking. That’s a yes. We’ll move in with you.”
“Oh, thank god,” Logan mutters. He grabs my face with both hands and presses a hard kiss to my lips. “I don’t know what I would have done if you said no.”
“Cried, probably,” Reed says.
“Probably.” Logan grins, kissing me again. “Now, wanna see your room?”
“I really do. But after I pee. I swear I’m about to explode.”
Reed groans, complaining about how gross I am, but Logan just laughs. He tells me to take my time, that he’ll make some coffee, and to meet them in the kitchen.
“It’s stunning,”I whisper, spinning around in a circle in the middle of the room Logan had decorated for me.
It’s very LA. The walls are a neutral white, but there are large, geometric pops of color painted on each wall in an abstract mural that would make the most zealous selfie-taker squeal with excitement. The furniture is a light rattan, and the bedding is plush and soft. It’s perfect. I couldn’t have come up with anything better, myself.
“But what would you say if I never slept in it?” Reed wandered back to his own room shortly after giving mine a once-over, so I drag Logan to me by grabbing his shirt in my fist.
“I suppose that depends on why you never sleep in here,” he whispers, bending down so his lips hover over mine.
“What if I’d rather sleep with you?”
“In that case, I’d say thank fucking god, and we can turn this room into a library or something.”
Rising up to my toes, I close the distance between us and kiss him hungrily. I can’t believe I’m this deliriously happy after the stress and worry of yesterday. It’s crazy the difference twelve hours can make.
“I want you in my bed every night. And when I’m on the road, I want to know you’re wrapped up in sheets that smell like me. I just didn’t want you to feel pressured. But you have to know by now that I’m all in.”
“I do.” Reaching up, I stroke my fingers across Logan’s high cheekbones and over the stubble that lines his jaw. “And so am I. You’re stuck with us now.”
“Good.”
“Now, I want to see Reed’s room.”
“Come on.” Logan grabs my hand and tugs me down the hall to the room next to mine. The one I didn’t notice last night in the haze of my panic.
“Holy shit.”
