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“You’re lying.”
“Not really. The review is helpful. I need help. I always need help. Have you met me?”
I eyeball him and part of me wants to push back, to make him tell me the truth, the whole truth, so help me God, but I’m not sure I want it. Not now. Not yet.
“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice breaking. “Because it’s okay, Logan. It’s okay if you don’t want to keep seeing me.”
He rubs the back of his neck and meets my gaze. “Yeah, Theo. I’m sure. We have two more weeks. Don’t rob me of this.”
I sag in relief, and he pulls me into his strong chest. He smells like brown sugar and weed, and I want to gobble him up. “Thank you.”
Oh hell, now I’m getting all emotional. I’m never going to smoke again. I’m too vulnerable right now. I hate feeling like this. And yet, I’ve felt a little like this ever since he walked into my life.
“Nah, no worries. Let’s just go back inside. We’re all going to veg out and watch a movie and then later…” He lowers his voice, and his lips brush my earlobe. “When everyone is asleep, we’re going to sneak into the greenhouse and you’re going to do dirty things to me, Theo.”
Jesus. If he pulls out the nipple clamps, I’m not sure I’ll survive.
I have never met a more ridiculous and sexy man in my entire life.
“What kinds of toys did you buy, Logan?” I ask, curious now, my focus shifting like the wind. It’s so weird being high.
“Uhhh,” he mutters and shifts on his feet. “Want a list or some shit?”
“Oh my god,” I say. “How many did you get?”
“I went a little crazy. Like I said, you unlocked something inside of me. Didn’t really know what I liked until I met you.”
I step closer to him, and he reaches out and pulls me into his chest.
“I think you’re just really fucking high,” I mutter into his shirt.
“Nah, I feel this way all the time around you, Theo. You make me feel high, too.”
“Impossible,” I whisper, and he bends down, grabs onto my ass, and picks me up—just fucking lifts me right off the ground—and walks around the side of the house. I link my ankles together behind his back and tuck my face into his neck.
Then I feel the hard press of siding against my back, and I pull my face away from his skin to see his bloodshot eyes and his messy, curly hair. My fingers run through it as he grasps me tighter.
“Don’t know what those guys did to you, Theo, but you’ve done something tome.And I’m not saying this because I’m high.”
“Logan,” I begin to protest, but he just presses into me further.
“Don’t you fucking feel it?”
I feel something, all right. But part of me can’t believe he’s saying this. It has to be the drugs. It has to be.
“I can’t,” I say.
He presses his nose to mine and his breath puffs against my mouth.
“You can, you just don’t want to. Always pushing me away. Why can’t you just let it fucking be?”
My breaths are coming out shaky and my chest aches.
“I won’t hurt you, Theo.”
“You don’t know that. I always end up hurt.”
His lips settle on mine, so soft and sweet.
