Their conversation died off as he continued to massage her feet and ankles. He didn’t stop until her body had gone completely lax.
When he heard her softly snoring, he inched out from under her feet. He shut off the lights in the house, then returned, picked her up, and took her to bed. He wasn’t exactly tired, but he crawled into bed beside her, phone in hand. He shot a quick text to Elijah to see if he was awake.
ELIJAH:Still up. Everything okay?
LOGAN:Everything’s fine. Sam went out with Sierra. They chatted about us.
ELIJAH:I bet that went over well.
LOGAN:She offered to role-play. She was going to star as you.
ELIJAH:Could’ve been interesting.
Logan was about to text him back when he noticed the three dots continued to dance because Elijah was still typing.
ELIJAH:I know it’s cowardly to tell you this over text, but you’ve got the real thing. Whenever you want it.
Logan’s body hardened at the offer. He was surprised by his reaction, more so by the direction his thoughts went. He had liked the feel of Elijah beneath him the other night. More than he’d thought he would. Now the idea of having him beneath him in a more fulfilling way was consuming his thoughts.
LOGAN:I want, Eli. I definitely want.
ELIJAH:Good to know… So what are you wearing?
Logan laughed, then sent one last message before setting his phone aside and going to sleep:Get your ass back home and see for yourself.
