I let my head rest against the rocking chair and close my eyes, listening to the breeze rustle the leaves. “Thank you, for being here.”
“There is no place I’d rather be.”
“I was nervous about telling you; I didn’t want you to think—”
“What, that you’re still in love with him? Hayley, I know you are. You have always been.”
“I loved you too once,” I say, tipping my glass toward him and wiggling my eyebrows.
He smirks. “That’s about all the wine I’m going to allow. Come on.”
So much for taking risks, Carl.
Logan stands and offers me a hand, and I rise unsteadily, looping a hand over his shoulders and leaning into his chest. How I’d love to like the way his hands feel around me. How I want to stop thinking about Wyatt. I lift my head and feel my world tilt slightly.
He looks down at me. “Bed it is.”
I laugh as he guides me into my house and down the passage to my bedroom.
I start to unbutton my blouse, and he turns around nervously. “Nothing you haven’t seen there, pretty boy. We’re both adults. Fucking old, too,” I slur. At thirty, I do feel old. I feel like I’ve lived a hundred lives already. At least I’m hot. I am fucking hot. I laugh at myself. When I was younger, I was so unsure of who I was, but as I grew, I decided if I didn’t find myself beautiful, no one else would.
“It’s everything I’ve seen, and everything you’ll regret in the morning.”
“You’re too nice, Logan. Too damn nice. Okay, you can turn around now.”
“Hop into bed. I’ll get you some water and Advil,” he says.
I do as I'm told, and in a few minutes, he returns with my no-hangover cure.
“Thank you for listening,” I whisper as he tucks a blanket under my chin.
“Anytime, Hay.” He places a kiss on my forehead.
I close my eyes, and when I do, I see myself in Wyatt’s arms, kissing him in that cemetery, our lips crashing against each other’s with all the growing need and desire we both feel. His cold hands slip down my back and dig into my skin, and I deepen the kiss. I clench my thighs together, my arousal peaking, but when I open my eyes, he’s gone, and I’m standing in the middle of the cemetery alone.
