Lucas:night
Fox:proud of you,see you tomorrow
The warm fuzzy feeling fromseeing that Fox wasproudof me felt like a final nail in the coffin ofmy straightness.
I wasn’t straight. Inever had been, had I?
That was going to take alittle getting used to, but I could already feel it sliding into place. Like aspace inside me that’d always had a question mark over it was lit up in rainbowcolors.
I felt like Iunderstoodmyself now. Like a bunch of things I couldn’t explain suddenly madesense.
Wow. This feltincredible.
I grinned up at the ceiling,a sense of calm I hadn’t felt…ever… washing over me.
Things were okay.
I wasn’t straight.
And it wasfine.
Now my only problem was thatI’djust had sex with my client.
And I still had to take himto a wedding, and then on a road trip.
Oops?
FIFTEEN
ASHLEY
“Wow.”
My stomach flipped as I sawLogan standing in the doorway, suit on and shirt collar open, his tie fisted inhis hand.
Our morning hadn’t been asawkward as I’d been afraid, but still more awkward than I would have liked.
I’d gone to bed last nightand jerked myself off twice before I could get to sleep.
That wasn’t Logan’s fault.I’d thought maybe he’d make a move, but he hadn’t.
Which was fine, I didn’t want to push.If he was interested in more, he’d have to ask. There was no point inpressuring him, and he almost certainly had a lot of questions about what kindof person he was right now.
He needed time to come upwith answers, to make a decision.
Selfishly, though, I hopedhe’dcome up with them before the evening was over. My first taste had left medesperate for more.
“I clean up okay,” I said,adjusting the floral-patterned tie I’d picked out for the occasion. I’d have topack these clothes tomorrow, but I didn’t mind.
Logan was inviting me tospend time withhisfamily when I needed it more than anything. Plus,one last chance to dress up before I had to start wearing obligatory plaidshirts again.
“You’re making me look likeI just crawled in through the window,” Logan said, pushing a stray strand ofhair back into place.
He looked incredible in asuit and he either didn’t know it or was too modest to say so.
“When are we leaving?” Iasked, turning my face side to side to check for makeup lines one last time.
I’d gone for a natural looktoday, low-key nude tones that were only there to stop me from feeling nakedwhen I looked in the mirror and make it so my brows were visible from more thansix inches away.
