Page 98 of Until Him

I run my fingers through his hair, cupping the back of his head.

“Theo, you’re amazing. You know that, right? I don’t know if you know that.”

When he doesn’t answer, I add, “You’re famous. Everyone knows that if they want to pass chemistry, they need to go to you. We joke abouttheLogan Lewis, but you’retheTheo Reign, one of the smartest guys on campus.”

He gulps a little and then pulls away, moving to the other side of my room. He touches the tops of the frames that show off my family and friends and then he opens the top drawer of my dresser and looks inside.

“Nothing fun in there. All the good stuff is at my place.”

Theo’s eyebrows raise and I smirk.

“I bought more toys. Seems you made me want to experiment.” I lower my voice. “I bought nipple clamps. I have them in my bag.”

He closes the drawer and steps toward me, clutching onto the front of my shirt and pressing his groin into mine.

“We are not having sex here.”

“Yeah, we are.”

“You’re too loud.”

“I can put a pillow over my face.”

He looks toward the door and then presses his lips to mine before pulling away quickly.

“No, and I mean it, Logan.No.”

Huh, that doesn’t seem promising. I just spent a good three hours on the way here coming up with all of these ideas. It would be a pity to scrap them.

“Why not?” I ask, and he glances over at me.

“Because I don’t want your parents to think poorly of me.”

“Not going to happen. My dad already named a chicken after you.”

“Jesus Christ,” Theo says, pinching the bridge of his nose. Then suddenly he’s opening the door and leaving my room. Why’s he running?

I move toward him, trying to catch him, but his long legs always move faster than I think and he’s down in the kitchen before I can pull him into me.

“How can I help?” he blurts loudly as he skids into the room and my mom turns to beam at him. She likes him. I know it.

“I think we got it all under control, Theo,” she says and then eyes my dad who is poking at some potatoes boiling in a pot while simultaneously stirring something in another.

“Why don’t you show Theo his namesake, Logan,” my mom offers because she knows that if we stay my dad is going to get all weird.

I smirk at Theo, and he blushes.

Finn and Landon appear from the garage, each holding a beer in hand and my eyes narrow a bit. Yeah, my baby brother is too young to be drinking. He’s only twenty. But I don’t say anything. I’m sure Finn already bugged him about it. Like it even matters—Landon does whatever he wants, apparently.

“Ah, that’s right. You got a chicken named after you,” Landon tells Theo. “Finn has one too.”

My dad waggles the fork with a potato hanging off of it. “He’s hadseveral. They keep dying.”

“Well, that’s ominous,” Theo mutters and I chuckle a little, pulling him into me.

He stiffens and I reluctantly let him go. That’s right,friends. We’re just friends right now. Friends, who may or may not have sex in the greenhouse later.

“Come on,” I say, pulling Theo out the backdoor and toward the chicken coop. Landon and Finn stroll out behind us and we all converge around the small hen house my dad made five years ago. It’s painted a deep red with white window trim. It looks like a little barn.

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