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I’ve never felt it so strongly until now.
I want to walk over there and drag him into the bedroom. Or skip the bed entirely and take him up against the wall.
I want to claim him.
I want to fuck him.
It’s so clear, right now, not layered underneath murky levels of doubt. It doesn’t matter that he’s a man, or that I’ve never thought of doing that to another guy… I just want topossesshim, like I’m some feral animal watching my favorite person get pawed at by some other undeserving creature.
I’m crazy.
Fuck, I’m really this kind of person, aren’t I? Obsessive. Impulsive. Greedy.
Not that I’ve ever felt this for anyone else.
I take another gulp of tequila, knowing it’s bad. I know I’ve been drinking too much all week. Logan has, too. It’s toxic, just like this selfish thread that’s been coiling its way around my chest this whole time.
I curl my fingers around the cool, glass neck of the tequila bottle, wishing I could grip hard enough to crush it in my hand.
I’mprobably bad for Logan, too.
Deep down, I know it.
I can’t take my eyes off of him for another couple of minutes. Then when the photographers tell him it’s time for him to swap into some Calvin Klein underwear, I know I have to go.
I don’t say goodbye. I don’t even look into his eyes before I leave.
I come back much later that night, after my shift, knockinghard on Logan’s door. He pulls it open. Those circles are there beneath his eyes again, but he looks at me with a twinkle of hunger behind his eyes, like he’s exhausted but also somehow ravenous.
I give him a quick upward nod. “You still have those Calvin Kleins?”
His face looks flushed. His hair is wet, and he must have just rinsed off.
“I do.”
I slide my hand under his athletic shirt, gripping his hip. “Put them on. Why are you so warm?”
“I just got out of the shower.”
“Right. I figured.”
I can’t think straight. I can’t stay on a coherent thread of thought.
I move into the living room and a minute later he comes out, wearing the underwear. The waistband hugs his skin like a glove, and every cell in my body is suddenly pulsing with need.
“Face down,” I command, nodding at the sofa.
He lies there in front of me and looks back over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”
I drop my book bag on the floor and stride over, leaning over him. I yank the underwear hard to one side, exposing his ass.
I bend down and bite on one of his ass cheeks, and he pulls in a sharp breath.
Then I let my tongue lap between his cheeks.
I pull them apart even further until I see his hole. My tongue slides over it, and he moans this time, deeply and beautifully.
“Chase,” he breathes.
