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Ah, fuck.
The tone of his voice has me getting to my feet with a grease rag in hand. “Uh, sure.”
“So… Owen and I found a place.”
I blink, honestly caught off guard. “A place?”
“Yeah. Two-bedroom near Sugar House. Pretty nice. Lease starts in January.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Logan grimaces. “You don’t sound okay.”
“I am. That’s… good. Tay told me you were looking.” I turn back to the bike so he doesn’t see my face, feeling awkward as fuck. “This isn’t about the oatmeal thing, is it?”
A choked laugh bubbles out of him. “Uh, no. It’s not. That was… it was fine. More than fine.”
Okay, Jesus. Never thought I’d be having this conversation with Logan of all people, but here we are. Guy’s tasted my cum twice now, so that makes us like… really good homies I guess.
“So you’re moving out,” I mumble, tightening up a sprocket with my back still turned.
“Yeah. You mad?”
“Why would I be? You’re an adult, man. Gotta move on at some point.”
Even though I was really liking the little uh… arrangement we had going on between our bedroom walls.
Logan steps closer to watch me work. “How long have you been working on this thing?”
“Couple weeks.”
“Wow. You’re building it fast.”
With a shrug, I grab a bolt and line up some clamps. “Keeping myself busy now that Taylor’s gone.”
And soon, you will be, too.
My chest begins to tighten, yet hollows out all at once. I’ve had Logan around for so long that it’s become normal. Without him and Tay keeping me company, well…
“I’ll just have to get used to the quiet,” I whisper to myself.
Logan studies the side of my face for a long moment. “You’ve got Dev now, you know.”
My hands go still. “Yeah. Maybe.”
“He’s trying, Christian. I can see it. So can you.”
“I know that.”
He crosses his arms and rests his hip against the workbench. “Are you worried he’ll hurt you?”
“…No. I think I’ve hurt him more than he’s hurt me.”
“Afraid he’ll relapse?”
“That’ll always be a possibility.” Blowing out a breath, I finally turn to look him in the eye. “I don’t know how to do things halfway, man.”
Logan gives me a crooked smile. “Then don’t. Some advice from a guy who came back from the dead and tracked his wife around the world? Lay your cards on the table. All or nothing. You’d be pleasantly surprised by what his answer is.”
