“The other guys…” he said. “Some of them handled you like you were a piece of meat.”
Tommy blinked.
“Not cruelly,” Logan added. “Just… transactional. Like you were the finish line.”
That was accurate enough that Tommy couldn’t argue.
“But Chase didn’t,” Logan continued. “He touched you like you were worth something.”
Tommy’s throat went dry.
Logan’s eyes moved briefly to the windshield, remembering.
“That’s when it changed for me,” he said quietly.
Tommy frowned slightly.
“Changed how?”
Logan’s mouth curved faintly.
“I was more turned on watching him hold you than I was watching the other guys fuck you.”
Tommy stared at him.
Logan shrugged one shoulder.
“That was before you even saw his face.”
The words sat between them.
Heavy.
Honest.
Tommy felt heat creep slowly up his neck.
He hadn’t realized how much he needed to hear Logan say something like that out loud.
“We can talk about it later,” Logan said after a moment, shifting back toward the steering wheel. “Tonight doesn’t have to be that conversation.”
Tommy nodded slowly.
“Yeah.”
Logan reached for the door handle.
“Let’s just go have fun.”
Tommy looked back at the house one more time.
Then he opened the car door.
Cold February air snapped across his cheeks.
It smelled like wood smoke and winter and someone’s fireplace down the street.
Logan rounded the hood and met him at the driveway without rushing him. The porch light caught Logan’s profile , broad shoulders under a dark jacket, jaw shadowed with stubble, eyes scanning the house the way he always scanned a room.
