Tommy nodded quickly, relief mixing with embarrassment.
Chase signaled the server smoothly when she passed, voice casual as he asked for the check.
No explanations.
No attention drawn.
Just three men finishing dinner early.
Logan kept one hand resting at Tommy’s back the entire time, thumb moving slowly in reassuring circles while Chase handled the bill.
When the receipt came, Logan didn’t even look at the total before adding a generous tip.
“Ready?” he asked softly.
Tommy nodded.
They stood together, movements unhurried, indistinguishable from any other group leaving a restaurant.
But outside, cool night air hit Tommy’s face and he exhaled shakily.
“I’m so embarrassed,” he admitted immediately.
Logan turned toward him, expression gentle but firm.
“Don’t be.”
Chase shook his head lightly. “Honestly? Kind of impressive.”
Tommy groaned. “Please don’t make jokes right now.”
“I’m not,” Chase said, smiling softly. “Your body just… had opinions.”
That almost made Tommy laugh despite himself.
Logan opened the car door for him. “Let’s go home.”
The wordhomesettled something deep in Tommy’s chest.
Safe.
Private.
The drive was quiet but not tense. Logan’s hand rested on Tommy’s thigh the entire way, grounding without hovering. Chase sat beside him in the backseat, close enough that their shoulders brushed whenever the car turned.
No one rushed him.
No one made it dramatic.
By the time they reached the apartment, Tommy’s embarrassment had softened into nervous anticipation.
Inside, he disappeared into the bathroom first.
He stared at himself in the mirror, cheeks flushed.
“Okay,” he muttered. “You’re fine.”
He took a breath and tried to handle it himself.
