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We eat in silence for a long while, and I try not to notice the glances he keeps cutting my way. It's clear something's on his mind, but he's too scared to speak up.

I can probably guess what it is.

“So,” I finally drawl once my bowl is half empty. “We gonna talk about the fact your boyfriend almost blew me the other day?”

Okay, kind of more than almost. Owen's mouth was on my cock, but as soon as Christian disappeared to his room, I went after him. The kicker is, I didn't even want the blowjob to begin with—not from Owen, anyway. When Christian had said he didn't care, I'd gotten angry.

Logan chokes on his water. “Seriously?”

“You even jerked off to it.”

“So did you and Christian,” he shoots back, glaring at me as he wipes his mouth.

I simply smirk as I use a slice of garlic bread to mop up the rest of my sauce. “That happen often? You, Owen, and Christian jacking it together?”

I really want to ask if his boyfriend has ever sucked Christian off, but I keep that question to myself. Obviously, I know Christian likes to share. We both fucked Arya at the same time, after all. Guy's got a kink for it or something, and though I found it hot at first, maybe sharing isn’t my thing.

Being watched? Sure, I can get on board with some mutual self-love, but my days of swapping partners are over. Call me vanilla, I don't give a shit.

Logan sighs heavily as he gets up to take his bowl to the sink. “Christian and I have never done anything like that before, if that's what you're asking. Other than what we hear through the walls. Which is weird, but also kind of a turn on to know someone's listening.”

I follow with my own dish and lean against the counter beside him. “So, no threesomes or anything? You didn't pass Owen back and forth like a fuck doll?”

“Jesus,” he breathes, reaching down to adjust himself—clearly enjoying the idea. “No, asshole, we haven't shared Owen. I don't like Christian that way.”

“Hmph,” I grumble, tapping my fingers against the counter. “Have you and Salem?”

He nearly drops the bowl into the sink, gaping at me in outrage. “Not that it's any of your business, but Owen is gay. He hasn't slept with my wife.”

I shrug and smile lazily as I grab a towel to dry the dishes. “Just wondering how it all works. She's seeing other people, too?”

Logan studies my face, probably searching for malicious intent behind the question. When he finds nothing but genuine curiosity, he nods slowly. “Yeah, she's, uh, seeing two of Symbiotic's band members. We've all had dinner together a few times. To be honest, her partners are intimidating and kind of scare me, but she's happy. I'm happy. Everyone's happy. That's all that matters.”

“Glad everyone is happy, then,” I mutter bitterly, putting the clean bowls away. Must be nice. I spent a year in literal hell while everyone just… moved the fuck on. Like I didn't even matter anymore.

Logan snatches my wrist when I try to walk away, and when I glance up, I'm momentarily taken aback by the sadness in his eyes. “I texted you over a hundred times,” he says quietly, holding my gaze. “You never answered and I didn't know where you were.”

“Salem did.” I swallow hard, hating the emotion clogging my throat. “Christian did. Nobody came looking.”

Nobody fucking cared.

A soft breath bursts from Logan’s lungs. It brushes over my collarbone when he steps closer. “Did you even want them to? Last I recall, you ran away first.”

“You were going after Salem. Couldn't stand in your way.”

“I told you before,” he sighs, “I wanted both of you, Dev.”

“Yeah, well.” My eyes bounce around his face as I take in all the ways he's changed over the last year. “I didn't.”

Physically, he looks nearly the same, but something more… confident burns beneath his gaze. He’s more bold and less timid than he was before. It's beautiful, if I'm being honest. Attractive—but no longer for me.

His brows pinch in confusion. “What does that mean?”

“What you have with Salem and Owen is amazing. I'm impressed. Honestly. Can't believe a dork like you bagged two hotties.”

“Fuck you.” Logan turns away, but I grab his shoulder to stop him.

“It's just not what I want. There's nothing wrong with your relationships, man. Live and let live. I just want my… my someone, or whatever. The one. A person who chooses me and only me.”