Page 160 of Chaos At Second Sight

I backed around the kitchen table.

He laughed. “Why are you running?”

“I’m not staying close to you when you look at me with those eyes!”

Another laugh, deeper this time. “I always look at you with these eyes, Bunny Doc. You just don’t notice.”

“What conversation were you talking about?”

He stopped on the opposite side of the table, planting both palms on the wood. His fingers spread out as he leaned forward. “You once told me you had a secret kink.”

I paled. “I don’t remember that.”

His silver eyes became half-lidded. “So who’s the liar now?”

“Still you.” My hand flew to my mouth, trying—and failing—to hide my ridiculous snorting laugh.

“If you tell me yours…” He straightened and casually clasped his hands behind his head, smiling in a way that suggested it was perfectly safe to leave my wooden fortress. “I’ll tell you mine.”

My eyebrows shot up. “You have one too?”

“Oh, yeah.” His gaze never left mine. “You’re my kink, Bunny Doc. I’m into whatever you’re into.”

The mate bond fluttered. I sensed honesty there but also…a tiny omission. “You do have one you like already, Logan. You can tell me.”

“So can you.”

Primal play pulsed to the tip of my tongue. But what if Logan hated it? What if he thought it was strange?

“Hey…” Concern washed through the bond so suddenly it almost startled me. “You don’t have to tell me.” His voice softened. “Tell me when you’re ready…or never. I’m sorry. I’d never pressure you. I was just⁠—”

“A curious reindeer,” I finished.

His smile returned as I crossed the distance between us.

The warmth of his breath mingled with mine. I knew what he wanted, because I wanted it too.

But…

When he leaned in, I rested a hand against his chest. “Wait.”

He immediately stopped, though his eyes dropped to my hand before his fingers gently threaded through mine.

“We should talk about Francisca first,” I said. “I need to understand.”

“Okay.”

Maybe I had misheard him. “What?”

“I said okay.”

He really had.

“But first, let’s get comfortable.” He took my hand and led me to my room.

We stripped off our clothes, and I pulled on an oversized T-shirt while Logan settled for nothing but his boxers. I glared a little when he casually dropped his clothes onto the floor. He caught my look immediately, smiling sheepishly, and scooped everything up into a messy bundle, depositing it on the chair.

That works, I guess.