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When he does the same back to me, kissing me then lathering my skin, I almost feel like I’m falling into a hypnotic trance. I’m so relaxed but also so wired, the type of feeling I haven’t had since the days where I used to mix drugs and get a strange result.
After we dry off, I give him a pair of light sweatpants to wear.
And then I kiss him.
Back in my room, he gets into my bed without me even having to ask.
I turn out the light, and when I tuck in under the covers beside Logan, I plan on interrogating him for at least an hour before we fall asleep.
There’s so much I want to ask.
So much I need to say, to explain, to clarify.
But nothing goes according to my plan, anyway. The moment I’m under the sheets, holding him from behind, sleep claims me too easily. And everything I want to say falls into a deep slumber, where I dream I’m on a far-off rooftop with him, and he’s telling me he loves me, too.
CHAPTER 23
LOGAN
I wake up in a world of color, and air that smells like rose petals.
I blink open my eyes in the early hours of the morning as sunlight streams in through Chase’s bedroom window. The sound of laughter comes up from outside, probably some groups of people going to breakfast at the shops on the street below.
His arms are still wrapped around me.
I’m pretty sure he hasn’t let go of me all night.
I’m not sure when I started to see neon paint as something relaxing, but somehow it is here in Chase’s room. The wall behind his bed is all red brick, but the one across from it is painted black with various colors on top of it.
Some of the dresser drawers are slightly open, with clothes peeking out. There’s an unfinished woodworking project in one corner of the room, some sort of sculptural object with multiple levels. On the non-painted walls, there are large framed photographs and paintings which I assume are his own, too. Paper lanterns hang above the bed, and the drawer he rummaged through last night is still open.
I see where the scent of rose comes from, because there’s a jar of dried petals on the nightstand, too.
The whole room is full of the same chaos that orbits Chase at all times. The chaos that intimidated me to the core when I first met him, and now it seems…
Familiar.
Inviting.
I shift just an inch on the bed and Chase’s arm tightens around me like a firm bar. “No. Mine,” he demands behind me, in a sleepy murmur.
“I have to piss.”
He hums. “Hope you’re ready for me to come hold your dick for you while you do, then.”
“Is it bad that I don’t even know if you’re joking?”
“I don’t know if I am, either.” He exhales, then finally moves his arms, giving my back a shove, and I feel a kick at my feet, too. “Fine. Go. When you come back, I’m punishing you.”
I laugh and when I turn around to face him, he’s smiling wide, too.
The sun comes in along his face, highlighting his hair in a wild halo. It’s all messed up from sleep, and I’ve never seen him look so disheveled. How is it possible that one person is capable of looking so intense or so adorable in the span of a moment?
I head across the hall and after using the restroom I go to the kitchen for a glass of water.
I’m chugging the glass as the front door of the apartment swings open.
Chase’s brother walks in and before he even looks over at me, he starts to talk.
