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“I’m holding you to the cuddling,” I tease, looking forward to it already.

“Go,” he says, pointing to the door, shaking his head.

But he’s smiling too.

Chapter 15

Logan

Icannot believe I offered this.

What fucking Hulked-out straight dude wants to cuddle, for Christ’s sake? The one that’s currently sprawled out on my couch. That’s who. The one who still can’t manage to find a shirt even though it’s twenty-four degrees outside.

The one who will eventually be the death of my nuts. Because regardless of whether or not I find Chase attractive, the fact that he wants to be the little spoon means he’s grinding his ass against my dick in an effort to get comfortable.

His ass.

My dick.

“Chase,” I say his name through gritted teeth as I grip his hip.

“Yeah?” he replies, seemingly without a care in the world.

“You have to stop moving,” I warn.

“Well, your couch is so damn small, I can’t get comfortable. Do you have a TV in your room? Maybe we could cuddle on your king-sized bed instead?” he suggests, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“Chase, you’re not getting in my bed.”

“Afraid you won’t be able to control yourself?” he teases.

“Two years is a long time, man.” It’s the best attempt I can make at a joke, but it’s not a total lie. I think back to the night Jack had my dick in his mouth and I felt nothing. Why the fuck does it have to be Chase that makes my dick wake up? He’s a direct connection to the past I’ve tried so hard to leave behind.

“Shh, the movie is starting,” Chase whispers.

“Did you just shush me in my own home?” I ask, poking Chase in the side. I expect it to give, but of course, his torso is solid muscle, even when he’s relaxed.

“I did,” he confirms unapologetically, shifting again.

Moving behind him, I tap his stomach.

“Sit up for a sec,” I instruct.

I follow suit and prop my feet on the ottoman, finally able to stretch out and get comfortable before pulling Chase’s upper body down into my lap and driving my fingers into his hair.

“Ohhhhhmygod,” he groans, practically purring. “Please do this for the rest of our lives.”

“Sounds an awful lot like a marriage proposal, Dr. Matthews.” The joke comes easier without his ass cheeks strangling my cock.

“Worth it,” he replies, making me laugh.

“Shh, I can’t hear the movie,” I say, mocking him. We both know the movie is just for appearances anyway. There’s no fucking way I can concentrate on a movie, and I’m pretty sure Chase is going to be asleep in thirty seconds.

It ends up taking closer to forty-five, but the opening credits haven’t even finished by the time his breathing evens out. It’s three minutes into the movie when I feel his drool seep through the leg of my sweatpants.

I let him sleep as long as I can, but when I start dozing off myself, I finally call the ball and want to get into bed.

Shaking his shoulder gently, I wake him up.