And I know it can’t continue like this for long.
Where does this go?
And how could someone like me ever fit into your actual life, Logan?
CHAPTER 9
LOGAN
“You know I’m leaving New York soon, right? In a few days.”
My words fall into the air like rocks in a stream.
Plunking down disruptively, then falling into silence.
It’s been days and days of endless meetings and interviews, and Chase has been in my suite more nights than he hasn’t.
I’ve gotten used to him being here.
Gotten used to his touch.
His overwhelming, all-consuming presence.
I can’t imagine the Bellwood without him anymore, and I’m not sure I’d want to.
When I remembered I’m leaving the city soon, I knew I had to share it with him sooner rather than later.
And now I feel like something’s clawing at my insides.
He doesn’t even look up as I say the words. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he didn’t even hear them, because he doesn’t react at all, dropping his bag near my couch and nodding up at me.
“Why are your pants still on?” he asks.
He’s not making eye contact.
I swallow, pulling in a breath and shifting on my feet.
“Because I was trying to talk to you, really quick, before I stripped this time.”
He glances up at me, an emerald fire behind his eyes. “But I like being able to touch your skin.”
There’s a silent command tucked into his statement that I can’t resist.
I don’t want to resist.
I reach for my belt buckle, and within moments his fist is tight around my cock, sending sparks through my whole body.
We don’t talk about it that night.
We don’t talk about it the next day, or the next one, either.
My final afternoon in New York comes faster than I ever expected it to.
When Chase shows up at my suite before his shift, I know it’s going to be the part where I have to say goodbye. He knows it, too, and I’ve even given him the exact details and time of my flight to LA, but he’s ignored it.
“You’re late,” I tell him as I swing open the door, my heart already running like a fucking rabbit.
“By two minutes,” he protests.
