“Taking a picture so I can blackmail you later. You’re drooling on him, so I figure it’s worth a new pair of shoes or something.”
“What?”
The warm body beneath me groans and stirs.
Wait. The warm body beneath me?
Oh, shit.
“What time is it?” Logan slurs.
Logan stayed the night. We must have fallen asleep on the couch after our emotional conversation and the movie. And at some point during the night, we went from snuggling up in a seated position to me sprawling on top of Logan. He’s tallenough that he takes up the entire length of the couch and then some. He’s lying on his back with my chest plastered to his. My cheek is pressed against his shoulder. And dammit, Reed is right. I drooled on him.
My cheeks flush with heat from that realization, and the fact that I can feel Logan’s hard dick pressing into my stomach. Our legs are tangled together, and the throw blanket is haphazardly covering us.
“It’s nine,” Reed crows.
“Shit.” I struggle to push myself off Logan, but his hands grab my hips and keep me still. When I look down at him, his eyes are wide.
Right. Probably doesn’t want my little brother to see the morning wood he’s sporting. Fair enough.
“You’re not missing practice or anything, are you?” Reed asks.
“No,” Logan says gruffly. “We’re off today.”
“Good. Then you can stick around for breakfast.” Reed snaps another photo before laughing his way into the kitchen. Cabinets bang and pans clatter as he gets everything out and ready to make pancakes and eggs. “We have bacon, right?”
“In the fridge,” I say, my focus on Logan.
He looks… good. I don’t know how it’s possible for the man to be even sexier when he’s sleep-rumpled and squinty-eyed, but he is. The scruff on his jaw is slightly longer, and his hair is sticking out in all sorts of funny ways, but even that doesn’t detract from his charm.
“Morning,” he says huskily.
“Hi,” I breathe out. I have to hold back a moan when Logan shifts beneath me and his dick grinds into my stomach. “Sorry about the drool.”
His eyes crinkle in the corners as he smiles. “It’s all good, angel. Sorry your brother got a blackmail photo.”
“It isn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last,” I tell him, chuckling. This time, when I push myself up, Logan lets me. He shifts around too, and then we’re sitting beside each other rather than tangled together. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t post it anywhere.”
“I’m not worried about that.” Logan reaches over and brushes an escaped strand of curls away from my face. When he leans in to kiss me, I pull back.
“Morning breath.”
“Like I give a shit.” And then his lips press against mine in a brief, soft kiss.
“Get a room,” Reed calls from the kitchen. It makes my cheeks burn even hotter.
“I’m going to use the bathroom real quick. You can shower if you want to.”
“I’m good. I showered after the game last night. You go ahead. I’ll help Reed get breakfast ready.” Logan stands, pressing a kiss to my forehead, and I watch him saunter into the kitchen, slap my brother on the back, then mess up his curls. Reed beams up at him, and my heart squeezes.
Escaping into the bathroom, I need a minute to get myself under control. Between our conversation last night, the vulnerability he let me show and showed to me, and how it felt waking up tangled up on the couch, I’m feeling all the things. And now Logan’s in the kitchen making breakfast with my little brother like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
How did I get here? And how can I stay?
When I wash my face and stare at myself in the mirror, I don’tlookany different. Physically, I’m the same Blair I was before Logan showed up at our door last night with pizzas and flirtatious smiles. Emotionally, I’m standing on the precipice of something that will either be a terrifying or exhilarating fall.
“He stayed the night,” I whisper to my reflection as I redo my bun, capturing all the stray strands that escaped as I slept. “He never stays the night.”
