This was Logan’s sister’swedding. I knew that a man wearing a full face of makeup wasn’t somethingeveryone saw every day, even in California. I had no idea how Sacramentocompared to San Francisco.
I wasn’t going tocreate a scene at someone else’s wedding. Not for anything.
“Right around the time I getthis tie figured out,” Logan said. “It’s been so long since I’ve worn one.”
“Give it to me,” I turned tohim, holding my hands out for the magenta tie in his hand. Magenta wasapparently the theme color, and since Logan was giving his sister away, he hadto match.
It suited him, and I knew hewas comfortable with it. Logan’s masculinity was unassailable because he didn’tcareabout it. He wasn’t afraid anyonewould think him less of a man for anything.
Logan handed the tie over,straightening up but not looking me in the eye.
I got it. Things were stilla little awkward.
Either we’d move past it,or I only had to deal with it for another twenty-four hours or so. I could handlethat.
“Tell me about your sister,”I said, looping the tie around his neck and trying not to think about how goodthe warmth of his body felt so close to mine.
“She’s really pretty,” Loganresponded, tilting his chin out of the way so I could do up the last twobuttons of his shirt.
“I bet, if she’s related toyou. Good genes in that family.”
Logan snorted. “Wasn’t fishingfor compliments.”
“You don’t need to,” I said.
What was the point inpretending I didn’t like him now? I’d shown my hand.
I wanted him. I wanted toforget all my worries for a while, lose myself in the excitement of exploringLogan’sbody. Find every spot that made him gasp and moan. Watch him come undone underme as I rode him like the prize stallion he was.
A warm curl of arousaltightened around the pit of my stomach as I thought of it.
I really,reallyhoped the answer he came to was that he was very into men, especially me, andhe wanted to have as much sex as possible before we parted ways.
Maybe if he fucked me untilI passed out, the anxious knot in my stomach about going home would loosen up.
“What’s shelike?” I asked. “Wereyou close as kids?”
“The closest,” Loganmurmured, still keeping his head out of the way as I looped his tie around. “Iwould have done anything for her.”
“You’d do anything foranyone,” I pointed out.
Logan was nothing if notkind.Giving. Like he didn’t think he was worth anything if he wasn’t makinghimself useful to someone.
“She’s what got me out ofbed some mornings,” Logan said, and I could hear the catch in his voice.
This was important.
“I… we… our parents…”
Oh.
Ohno.
My heart sank. Logan didn’t need to saythe rest, the tone of his voice told me everything.Their parents.
He hadn’t lived acharmed home life, either.
“All we really had was eachother,” he continued. “Me and her against the world, y’know?”
