He frowns. “So you just felt bad for me?”
“Don’t put it that way. I don’t feel bad for you. I really like you, Chase.”
Well, I’m glad you really like me, because…
“But you’re not mine,” I say forcefully. “You’re not mine,but when I’m close with you, Ifeellike you’re mine. And I’m fucking tired of it.”
His eyes hold mine in a burning gaze. “Why would you be tired of that?”
I let out a frustrated growl, turning away. “It’s exhausting to hold myself back. I’m not the kind of person who holds back from anything. But you’reyou, and I respect you too much. So I know I need to hold back.”
I start to walk down the short hall toward my room.
He catches my hand behind me, tugging at my arm.
“It’s okay that you feel like I’m yours, Chase.”
Something tightens in my throat. “Stop.”
A rush goes through me as I watch Logan drop down.
It happens in an instant, but it only takes a moment for me to realize what he’s doing.
He kneels.
On one knee, first, and then the other, sitting in front of me like he did that night on the roof.
“You know it’s true,” he says in a low tone.
“Then say it,” I whisper.
He’s still holding my hand, even now while he’s on the floor in front of me. I bring a hand to his hair, threading my fingers through it automatically, and I feel like I’ll die if I don’t.
I’m shot through with a wicked, pulsing feeling that's almost close to anger. Not a white-hot rage at him,fuckno, nothing close to it. But rage at every fucked-up thing that’s ever held me back from him.
“I want you to say it,” he tells me. “I want to hear it so badly.”
It’s like there’s a controlled explosion in my chest, because he’ssoaware of what he’s doing to me.
He’s giving me control.
“You want it?” I whisper.
“So badly, Chase.”
And there’s no longer anything between us anymore.
I step forward, feeling my heart pulse inside me.
“You’re mine, Logan,” I tell him plainly. “You’remine. You have been since the first time you saw me, because you couldn’t look away, and I couldn’t, either.”
“I’m yours,” he says, moving his hand lower to squeeze my thigh.
“I felt it on that rooftop. I thought I was just losing my mind. You would have been so fucking afraid, if I ever said it.”
He exhales, and when he shakes his head, I move my hand to the side of his beautiful throat.
“I was never afraid of you,” he says.
