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Those honey-gold eyes widen. “What, why? We didn't use one last time.”

“That was before you told me you'd been with Dev,” I drawl, grabbing one of Arya's glow-in-the-dark rubbers from my shorts. “I got tested last week while we were in St. Louis. Did you?”

“We used protection,” Logan mumbles, but I unwrap the neon red condom and lean back to roll it over his shaft. It twitches when he chuckles. “My cock looks like a lightsaber.” Taking it from me, he swings it in a circle while making a shwoom noise. “I've been a bad Jedi.”

I raise a brow and try to glare, but my smile betrays me.

He meets my gaze with a sheepish grin. “Not into Star Wars role play?”

“No.” Shifting up on his lap, I position myself over his length.

“Aw, you don't wanna be my Princess Leia? We can get you the captive outfit and everyth⁠—”

He cuts off with a curse when I sink onto his cock, taking him all the way to the hilt. A deep whine leaves his throat as he arches to fill me completely, and I start to move.

I ride him slowly at first, trying to stay grounded, to not feel too much, but of course I do. Because this is Logan, the man I spent two years of my life with. The guy who—if things had been different—I could have seen myself growing old with. If I'd been different.

He grips my ass as if he’s afraid I’ll stop, and when his lips brush against my nipple, it’s not in hunger—but reverence. Memory. Like he's thinking the same things I am. His teeth graze me tenderly, my name on his breath. I pick up the pace and pretend for just a minute that we’re still the same people we used to be.

Only we're not.

“Why does this feel like goodbye?” he whispers with a kiss along my jaw.

I shiver at the feeling of his stubble on my skin. “Because it is.”

To who we were.

Logan swallows hard before burying his face in my neck. His arms wrap around me tight. We move together, letting our bodies say everything we can't, laying our broken pieces bare.

He trails a thumb down my ribs, over my stomach, across my aching clit. It's not long before we fall apart together.

“I'm so sorry,” he chokes out, thrusting inside as far as he can go.

There are tears on my lashes when I start to come, too, grinding on his still pulsing cock. My lips part with a moan, and he captures it, licking into my mouth like he's desperate to memorize every taste.

We stay like that for a long while, coming down from our high with deep kisses and soft touches. He runs his fingertips over every inch of me, tracing my curves while I stroke the side of his neck.

Eventually, when we break apart, I can't help but study his face. It's ridiculous, I know, since I'm not leaving for a while, but… something tells me I should remember what he looks like in this moment.

“I love you, Salem,” he says quietly, palming the sides of my thighs. The ring on his finger scrapes my skin.

I can only offer a sad smile. “I know.”

Because I do love him, too. Just not in the way he wants.

A beat passes while we gaze heavily into each other's eyes, and then he pops the tension by releasing a snort. “That was such a Han Solo thing to say.”

Biting back a grin, I lift from his lap and give him space to pull the condom off. The movement bumps my ass against the horn, sending it blaring into the night. We freeze with wide eyes before falling into a fit of laughter.

“Where did you take us, anyway?” I ask as I crawl back into my seat to dress. A large, empty parking lot surrounds us.

“Arrowhead Stadium.” He jerks his head toward an arena in the distance. “The Chief’s play here. I always wanted to visit this place.”

“Maybe Huck can use his NFL status to get us a tour.”

Logan scoffs at that. “Maybe. If he doesn't kill us for fucking in his car.”

Our eyes meet, and the longer we stare at each other, the more his smile fades away. The air shifts again, melting into a loaded silence that has my heart sinking, like we both know we’re teetering on the edge of a cliff, but we're too afraid to jump.