I yank him forward against me, crushing my lips to his. “I love you,” I say in a muffled murmur against his lips. “Fuck, Logan, I’ve been thinking it every day like I can’t get it out of my head. I love you so much.”
He puffs out an exhilarated sound, something between an exhale and a laugh. “Oh, God, it’s going to be so much easier to just say it now.”
“Tell me about it, baby. I already fell in love with you a long fucking time ago.”
I kiss him hard, swinging him a little on his feet, and Idon’t even care when I hear someone from the other side of the balcony let out a whistle.
He leans back a little, reaching up to smooth my hair with his hand. “I meant it when I said I’m yours, you know.”
I lift my thumb to his chin, gently dragging it over his skin. “I used to think I was obsessed with you. But I don’t care if I sound stupid. I think I’m made for you.”
He nods. “I think I’m made for you, too. There’s nobody else I’d rather have.”
When he kisses me again, I know that ending up here was worth every bit of pain I’ve ever suffered.
It was a hard road that led me to where I am.
Here.
With him.
On my own two feet, making my own way toward a future that Ilove. It’s all inside me, in vivid, vibrant color, alive with what we’re creating together.
And yeah. I do still feel like I’ve fucking lost my mind, all the goddamn time. That’s just how I roll. I’ll always be alive in the chaos, and I’ll always have a mind that lives in a million different places at once.
But there’s someone who loves me for that.
Whochoseme, when he could choose fucking anyone.
A man who knelt for me when he had no reason to, other than the sheer force of whatever this invisible energy there is between us, an energy that pulls me back to him, over and over again.
Forever, I think.
Foreveris how long it feels like I’ve known him, and how long I want to spend learning everything about him, loving him with my whole being, and giving him every piece of me.
EPILOGUE
LOGAN, SIX MONTHS LATER
Chase isn’t even two minutes into the first episode ofYard Linebefore I feel him rutting his cock up against my thigh.
He just got off a flight to my house in LA, showered off, and came to the couch in sweatpants.
But when he pulled my body close to his, squishing the side of my body up against his and running his palms over my shirtless chest, I knew it was a matter of time.
“Pause the show,” he murmurs, then leans in to bite my earlobe.
“Show’s barely even started. Knew you weren’t going to want to watchYard Line, even now.”
“I do want to watch it,” he says, reaching out to slide his palm over my cock. “I just saw you in the first scene and now I need to have therealyou, first.”
“I missed you.”
He sucks a slow kiss onto my neck before he speaks. “Missed you, too. Even going a week without seeing you feels too long now.”
We’ve still been able to see each other as much as humanly possible over the last six months, because Chase’s job lands him in LA at least once a month, and I’ve stolen weekendsaway to New York as often as I could in between filming forYard Line.
Just a handful of minutes later, he has me ass up, bent over the side of the couch, sliding his cock into my hole slowly but firmly.
