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Knowing this may be my only opportunity, I plant a kiss on the freckles within reach as I wait for him to process—and subsequently freak out over—what just happened.

Instead, he shyly asks, “What does it taste like?”

I don’t bother asking what.

“Everyone’s flavor is a little different. Generally, I find it ranges from bland to semisweet.”

Suddenly, I feel his fingertips at the waistband of my boxers.

“Can I?” he asks.

Jesus Christ, this is how I die.

Here lies Logan Kirkland, dead because he was too fucking stupid to guard his heart and control his dick.

“Go ahead.”

Chase swipes a finger through the mess in my boxers, making me jolt when his fingertip trails along my sensitive flesh.

Bringing his finger to his mouth, a wave of blood rushes back into my cock, making me groan because it’s fucking painful.

“Chase, just how much experimenting are you planning on doing tonight? Like, at what point are you going to accept that maybe there’s something here? Because I’m rapidly approaching a crossroads where my options are either: put your dick in my mouth or jump off the nearest bridge.”

Chase finds the ink on my side and begins running his fingers along the image.

“Don’t jump off a bridge,” he says with a chuckle, his voice low and dangerous as his fingers move farther south, trailing back and forth under my waistband again, making me shudder.

“Might be my only choice.”

“Why’s that?” he asks.

“Because if you’re going to tell me we can’t do this every night, I think I’m gonna die anyway. Why drag it out?”

Chase laughs, and it’s the sweetest sound. It’s been too long since I heard the carefree melody.

“Dramatic much?” he teases.

Taking the risk, I roll on top of him.

“Probably not dramatic enough.”

He snakes his arms around my back, holding me to him.

“I like this,” he says before clarifying. “I like this with you. I’m in deep here, Logan. I think I’ve known I’ve wanted you since before New Year’s, but definitely after it. I just couldn’t wrap my head around how I could have missed this about myself. But here with you, I care less about the label and more about being together.”

Looking into his eyes, I finally spill my own truth.

“You were right earlier. I was lying. There was no guy named Alex. There was no drink. I just rode around on the T waiting until I thought you two would be asleep so I could come home.”

Chapter 34

Chase

Ishould’ve been wracked with guilt when I slipped from Logan’s room to crawl into bed next to Kendra.

But I wasn’t.

I’d never felt so much peace in my life, and I knew it was more than just the earth-shattering, mind-numbing orgasm Logan had just given me.