Me: See you when you get home.
I glance out the window, vaguely hearing Sully ask something about a cousin, but I don’t actually hear what he says. I’m too busy watching Logan smirking at his phone while he types out his own response, only for it to pop up a second later on my screen.
Logan: Look at that! He did unblock me after all.
My throat catches as I swallow, a little laugh coming out as I type my three-word reply.
Me: I love you.
Moving my gaze out the window again, I expect to find him looking at his phone, but instead he’s staring right at me. My favorite smile pulls at his lips as he lifts his phone to his mouth and speaks, and I don’t even have to listen to the voice message that pops up to know what it says.
“I love you too. See you soon, baby.”
Thirty-Five
Logan
When I pull up outside Cam’s apartment later that evening—after the world’s longest flight—there’s a lightness in my chest I haven’t felt in months. Since my brother’s wedding, before it all went to shit. But this is even different than it was then. Gone are all the reasons and circumstances keeping us apart. The fears, the obstacles. It’s all in the past, leaving nothing but hope for the future.
Ourfuture.
I’ve never been more certain of that, especially when the door to his apartment opens, and a massive smile spreads across his face when he sees me.
“Twice in one night? Are you stalking me, Little Reed?”
A laugh slips out, and I cock my head. “Can it be considered stalking if I was invited?”
If possible, his smile grows before he holds the door open for me to enter. I steal a quick kiss on the way inside and then take in the open concept living room and kitchen while I remove my jacket and shoes.
It’s one of those modern-meets-industrial places with really nice bones, but the thing is…it’s pretty empty. Bar stools at the island but no dining room table. A couch and a flatscreen in theliving room but little else, which has me wondering…
“When did you get this place?”
“Right after the wedding.”
He steps up behind me, and I feel his fingers tracing over the stitching on the upper back of my jersey—hisjersey—before snaking his arms around my waist, hugging me against his chest. I sink back into his warmth instinctively, loving the scratch of his beard against my cheek and neck as he rains kiss after kiss over my skin.
“You want a tour?” he whispers before pressing his lips to the spot below my ear.
“As long as it starts with your bedroom and has an intermission once we get there.”
“I was thinking a sex-tour, actually.”
“Do I want to know what that means?” I ask with a laugh.
“We fuck in every room of the apartment before the night is over.” His lips brush over my earlobe before he gently nips at it. “You up for the challenge?”
I let out a low hum before nodding, only to feel him smile against the side of my throat as he kisses me there.
“Great, we’ll start with the kitchen.”
He spins me around and palms the backs of my thighs, scooping me up without a word. My arms and legs wrap around him instinctively, and laughter bubbles up from my chest as he crosses through the living room to the kitchen.
“Cam! I could’ve walked!”
“And miss you being a little koala again? I think not.”
I arch a brow. “What the hell are you talking about?”
