“No fucking way, baby. That’s just for me.”
CHAPTER 30
CHASE
“This is definitely not fancy enough.”
“Trust me, you look like a goddamn model, Chase. What more could you ask for?” Logan says.
I’m standing in my bathroom looking in the mirror at the suit Logan bought me today.
Tonight, Logan invited me to the first in-person event we will be appearing at as a couple.
We’ve been back in New York for a few days, and when Logan said he was invited to an Actors & Writers Society Gala, I was certain he was going to attend alone.
When he invited me I thought it was a joke, but he was completely serious, and now I have no clue what the hell I’m going to do at a giant, fancy gala surrounded by some of the most famous and fashionable people on the planet.
I adjust the shoulders of the jacket, which fit nicely. The suit is black with white accents, and earlier today, I painted a tiny, multicolored Luna moth on the front pocket with fabric paint.
I was worried about ruining the suit with paint, but Logan insisted on me going through with the idea.
Now I love it.
I love him, too.
And I’ve almost accidentally said it about a dozen times today.
But I’ve told myself to relax.
I don’t know how anything works, timeline-wise, when your brand-new boyfriend has already felt like your soulmate for a long, long time.
But I know I’m not going to be able to hold it in for long.
“Okay. Does the tie look wrinkled anywhere?”
“No. It’s great. Just like the rest of your outfit.”
My only demand, earlier today, was that I get one of the less expensive suits, since it was his money, but now I’m worried the entire suit won’t look right for the occasion.
“How the hell am I supposed to know what rich people wear to events?”
“Well,Iknow what they wear. And I’m certain you have nothing to worry about.”
“You know what? You’re right. If people at this event don’t like me, or they judge me for my suit, then I don’t care about them, anyway.”
I’m nervous.
I’m not used to feeling nervous, but I’m fucking nervous.
If it were just me attending, I’d be smooth sailing. But I want to makeLoganlook good. I want to be worthy of being by his side.
“Car’s going to be here soon,” Logan says, checking the time on his phone. “God, you look hot in that suit, actually. I might have to pull you away into one of the bathrooms during the gala.”
I puff out a laugh.
I turn and he catches me in a kiss. When I pull away to leave, he grips my hips, deepening the kiss and opening to me. He lets his tongue slide over mine and it makes my cock jump.
“Quit it,” I murmur near him. “I’ll keep you here and end up tongue-fucking you if you keep kissing me like that.”
