But, in the end, my parents were supportive. Confused, a little concerned, but still supportive.
“It was as good as it could’ve been,” I say, taking another sip from my glass. “They don’t really understand it, but we didn’t fight about it or anything after they left.” My face flushes when I recall the conversation my parents had with me after they were gone for the night.
We’re being careful, right?And there’s only one thing parents mean when they ask about their children being carefulwhen it comes to the opposite sex: condoms. Birth control. Being careful as to not accidentally get pregnant.
Yeah, I could’ve lived my entire life without having that conversation. Like, please, I’m in college. I know what sex entails. I’m not a kid.
“See?” she asks. “You were worried about nothing. You’re lucky you have such understanding parents. Sometimes I wonder if I would’ve had normal parents, if I would’ve turned out differently.”
I’ve learned when she makes comments like that, it’s best to just let them be and not ask for any more details.
Elias and Logan come into view, grabbing the next thing out of the trunk of the SUV: my desk, and as they pull it out—thank goodness the back row of seats are able to lay flat, so we didn’t have to disassemble the darn thing—Sloane orders, “Oh, come on! Put your back into it.”
The look Elias gives her is a deadly one, and it makes her grin. I try to hide my chuckle. They go around and around sometimes, but I think they enjoy getting on each other’s nerves every chance they get. Their relationship isn’t exactly something I’d call a green flag, but then again, who am I to talk? Look at the two guys I’m with.
We finish our lemonade, and then we decide we should get back to helping the guys out. A few more trips into the house, not to mention another round at Sloane’s place to finish up my room, and it’s officially done. I’m moved in with Logan.
There were a few things I had to take care of before the actual move—such as the cameras Reese hid everywhere. I told him I had no problems with cameras in my room at Logan’s house, but everywhere else should be off-limits. I got him to take the cameras out of Sloane’s house months ago, save for the ones in my room—and those ones he grabbed the last time he was over. Didn’t want Sloane stumbling across them and flipping out.
After thanking Sloane and Elias for helping, they leave, and Logan and I get right to unpacking and setting up my room. Reese is busy getting everything ready for the fall semester; they loaded him with a few more classes to teach, so he’s got a bit more work on his plate this time.
We set up the bed first, sheets and all, and, no surprise, we take a little break. Logan and I lay side by side with each other. I’m curled against his thick, muscular frame, while he holds me and stares at the ceiling.
“I can’t believe you’re finally moving in,” he whispers.
“I know. Who knew when we met at the bookstore last year we’d end up here?”
“Not me,” he says, and then his arms tighten around me. “I still blame that look you gave me at the club for all of this.”
I smile to myself. He’s tried explaining ‘the look’ to me before, and every time I just don’t get it. It’s not like I have a sultry, come hither look that I’ve practiced on countless unsuspecting guys before. That’s not me. This look he always brings up I think is a load of crap.
But, in a way, it’s also kind of sweet, like some part of him knew, even back then, we’d wind up here.
Logan goes on, “I got a message today from my brother. He wants to swing by sometime next week with the guys.”
I hear the trepidation in his voice. Even after all this time, he hasn’t really seen or spoken to the others. His brother, yes, but the other ex-bandmates? Not so much. There was this whole thing where someone tried to frame him for kidnapping Angel, and it was such a mess that when it was over, Logan just wanted to walk away—so he did.
Angling my head up so I can see his face, I ask, “Is that something you’re ready for? Could always postpone it. I’m sure your brother and the others would understand.” At the sametime, I totally get wanting to rip the bandage off as quickly as possible, too. It’s been a long time, too long.
It takes him a few moments to reply, “I think… I think I’m ready. Might as well. Besides, I don’t think they really believe you moved in with me. My brother always says they think he’s lying when he tells them what’s going on with us.”
A gentle smile tugs at my lips. With the kind of person Logan used to be, that’s not too far-fetched. Those guys knew Logan for years before I did. They were with him during the ride up to the top of the rollercoaster, and they were there when that same rollercoaster went down. They saw the good and the bad, and unfortunately for him, after a while it turned into mostly bad.
“Whatever you want to do,” I say.
“I could think of a few things we could do now, break this bed in.” As he says it, he rolls on top of me and pins me down, and I can’t help but giggle. I don’t know if we’ll ever get out of the handsy, frisky part of our relationship, and I’m more than fine with that.
“Logan,” I whine as he nuzzles into my neck. “Shouldn’t we finish unpacking?” If we get distracted, we might never finish. I mean, there’s still two weeks until fall semester starts, but if I know Logan, he’ll distract me more often than not.
Hence why I needed my own room here.
A low, rumbly sound leaves his chest, and he murmurs against the nape of my neck, “We can finish later. Right now, I’m ready to dive into you.” He nips an earlobe, and I shiver and moan softly.
Who am I to deny him? My willpower when it comes to Logan is next to nothing.
Chapter Twenty-Seven – Logan
I’m antsy. Wren says she understands, but she can’t possibly. She knows I was a huge asshole, she got a taste of it herself last fall, but she doesn’t know every story. I’m sure if I went through them like a list, I’d still catch her by surprise with how big of a dick I used to be.
