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“And you don’t? You’d put a ring on his finger?” I laugh but dread the answer. At least the topic means my dick is marshmallow soft.

“I don’t know. We’d have to do a trial run living together.”

My heart stops. That would mean Cass not living with me. We’ve barely lived together for two months and I already struggle to imagine not sharing an apartment with him. But I smile to hide my nerves and shove a pillow at his kissable face.

“Well, too bad! Cause you’ve got me and Lollobrigida now!”

Cassian yells into the cushion, thrashing like a fish on land, but he’s only playing. When I take the pillow away, he’s so deliciously flushed it reminds me of when I witnessed him jerking off.

As much as I love lying on top of him, it’s time to get up or I’ll have a problem explaining why I’m getting hard.

I sit on my side of the sofa. Levi’s words resonate in my head, but I have no idea how to break it to Cass that I have feelings for him. Especially considering how messy his relationship with Logan is.

“Movie night?”

He smiles, grabbing half the blanket. “Sounds perfect. 127 Hours?”

He has this fascination with movies about mountaineers in peril and castaways. After today’s events, watching a movie about a guy who chops off his own arm is the last thing I want, but I’ve already said no to this movie three times.

I can’t deny him any longer.

“Go on.”

Chapter 14

The past two weeks have been perfect.

Without Logan looming over our friendship like a vampire ready to suck the joy out of life at the least expected moment, I could relax and focus on making up for the time lost when me and Cassian were apart.

Many people would say he changed, but while Cass now had a flurry of queer friends and talked about his sexuality freely, at the core he remained the person I fell for. Because yeah, I now recognized that I’ve been crushing on him for the longest time.

That was why the time apart hurt so much, why I was jealous of his time, and why I was perfectly happy when my ex, Emily, stood me up for a planned trip, because I could take my best friend instead.

The conflicted feelings I wrestled with for a long time finally made sense. But while Logan’s current absence made the world seem whole again, the truth was that he’d be back, and I still didn’t know what to do about it.

The limbo in my heart was a stain on every jog we went on together, and marred even my visit at the plant nursery where Cass works. He asked me to come see a plant he was very excited about growing, which gave us some fantastic one-on-one time, but then his co-worker just had to spoil everything by asking if Cass and Logan were planning to spend Christmas together.

I don’t want Logan dead, of course, but I wouldn’t be mad if he disappeared from our life and I never saw him again. But while he’s gone, I’m enjoying my undisturbed time with Cass.

I lost a bet and had to learn to make waffles as a result, but I don’t regret it at all, because now I make Cass waffles for breakfast each day, and it has become our little routine. I haven’t told Aaron about it because it feels like this intimate thing. Our thing.

Just like daily visits to Rainbowology, on the way back from jogging. Levi is always there, crawling out of his office during those particular times in order to give me a look full of disappointment as he asks us whether anything is new. Cass has no idea what it’s about, but I feel like a failure every single time.

Still, how am I to make my move when things are so uncertain with Logan? Every now and then I hear Cass talking to him on the phone, so it’s not like the issue is non-existent.

Today though, will be perfect.

Because it’s my birthday.

Cassian woke me up with a cupcake and made me blow out a candle. He doesn’t need to know my wish has a lot to do with him. He’s planned the day for us, and after a nutritious breakfast he made, we head out. He told me to dress for an active day, but the rest is a surprise.

We had guests over for a party at ours on the weekend, but today is for the two of us, and I couldn’t be happier when it turned out he planned ziplining. We had fun high in the trees, and Cass even got us tickets to a special ride high above a valley. It felt like flying, and seeing him waiting for me at the finish line was like coming home.

I’m still buzzing after the burgers he treated me to for dinner, but we’re on our way home. When I ask him about the turn he’s making, he says we’re taking the scenic route. I don’t know how much scenery we’ll see once the sun sets, but in my eyes, he can do no wrong.

“I can’t believe you got waffles even though you now eat them every day.” I laugh and poke his side as he drives down the highway, toward God-knows-where.

It would have only been more perfect if I got to put my hand on his thigh.