“He’s got his own invite,remember? And his own boyfriend to take. You’ll like Miles, I think. I likeMiles.”
“If he comesLogan-recommended I’ll do my best to get along with him,” I promised. I’d do mybest to get along witheveryoneat this wedding.
Logan straightened his tieas if I hadn’tjust spent two full minutes straightening it.
“They’ll love you,” he said.“All of them. You’ll fit right in.”
The way he said it, healmost soundedproudof me. As though being seen with me wasn’t the worst thingthat’d ever happened to him.
I’d never experienced thatbefore. I knew Logan was better than any of my exes, any of the sad, insecureboys I kept chasing after because I had atype,self-destructive as it was.
But Logan didn’t mind going tohis sister’s wedding with me on his arm, in front of all his friends andfamily. Even if it was just because of his job, and even if they allknewthat, it stillmeant something to me.
“Hey, uh… thank you. Forumm. Telling me about your sister, and… the rest,” I said, still marveling thathe’d share that with me.
Logan shrugged. “I should bethanking you for listening. This whole wedding thing is… y’know, it’s… if she’smarried, she doesn’t need her big brother anymore, does she? She’s got someoneelse to protect her.”
A sympathetic whine escaped me,and before I could think about what I was doing, I grabbed Logan’s hand.
His was so much bigger thanmine, strong, rough fingers making me look outright fragile in comparison, buthe needed this. I curled my fingers around his, squeezing tightly, offering himwhat little comfort I could.
I wanted to kiss him allover again. But that would make things awkward today, and he deserved to have agood time at what should have been a happy family occasion.
“She’ll always need you,” Isaid. I had no way of knowing that, but I couldn’t imagine anyone not wantingLogan in their life. “Always. Trust me, I’d kill for an older brother like you.”
“Thanks.” Logan squeezedback.
We were so close.
I still wanted to kiss himsomuch.
And for a moment, when oureyes met, it looked like he wanted to kissme, too.
Wishful thinking. Right? Ithad to be.
My heart stopped when heleaned in, the familiar scent and heat of his body close to mine. It thunderedback into life, a million beats a minute, when he brushed his lips over mycheek.
It wasn’t the urgent,needy, open-mouthed, tongue-wrestling kiss I wanted. It wasbetter.
The softest kiss, sincereand innocent, a sign that I’d said the right thing, that I’d managed to beherefor Logan whenhe needed someone.
After everything he’d done for me,that was the least I could do.
“We’d better get movingbefore we’re late,” I said, my tongue thick and clumsy. I didn’t trust myselfto say anything else.
The next words out of my mouthwere too likely to bewe’ve got time for another quick blowjob if youwant.
Iwanted, but thatdidn’tmean Logan did.
Although…
I didn’t think I wasimagining the way he looked at me, stolen glances and a high, faint blushcoloring his cheekbones.
Maybe there was still hope.
I’d picked out a really nicepair of panties, and it would have been a shame to go to bed without anyoneseeing them.
Logan stepped back, offeringme his arm. “Yourcarriage awaits,” he said with a tiny bow.
