Page 24 of Wedding Wrecker

Instead of lashing out, Logan… chuckles. “Kyle. I’m bisexual. I can go either way and be perfectly happy with that decision.”

I feel hollow.

Our interactions have so far convinced me we’re the same, and that he can understand where I’m coming from, but looks like that is not the case.

I put the steaks on plates, along with the potatoes I crush with butter while he watches. “Then you don’t know what it’s like,” I say and hand him his meal.

Because I am not like him, and every moment in Logan’s company makes it abundantly clear. I crave him in a way I never desired any woman.

Even watching him smell the steak with reverence can’t bring me joy.

As soon as we walk out of the kitchen, Jekyll runs up to me and presses his nose to my knee, then follows us to the small table in the living room.

“You can’t force something that’s not there. I don’t want to bang every man or woman I meet, so I can imagine what it’s like.”

“But you wanted to hook up with me,” I mutter as I drop into the chair. He looks up just as I focus on my meal, knowing I shouldn’t have said that. It’s irrelevant. Still, the worries that crept up on me at the sushi and sake event come back with a vengeance. “How did you know I was like that?”

He doesn’t even sit opposite me. No, he has to rest at the edge of the table, so our knees brush. “Of course I wanted you. You do own a mirror, right? You’re just my type. But I didn’t know if I had a chance until we started talking. And then I tried my luck. I felt we had that… spark.”

All I can hear is that I’m his type, and I struggle to breathe before my next question. “So it’s not… obvious to everyone around me? That I’m not straight, I mean.”

Logan snorts and cuts into the steak, letting the juices melt with the butter as they drip out. “No, it’s not. But the right guy can sense a delicious piece of… meat.” He bites into the steak, frowns, and his eyes widen. “Oh, fuck. This is… this is really good.”

A little drop of joy in a murky ocean, but it still makes me smile as I cut into my own steak. “I wasn’t lying or boasting when I said I can cook,” I say and hold a bit of meat up. Jekyll sits and gently takes it from my fingers. He’s such a good, good boy.

“Okay, I’m gonna ask you this then. My last shot to make you to reconsider. Say you’re set on marrying a woman. Are you really sure the woman you want to marry is Madison?” he asks between one bite and another, and while the words aren’t easy to swallow, it’s a pleasure to see him eat with such enthusiasm.

I don’t know. And the weight of that fact sits like lead in the middle of my chest.

“The wedding’s tomorrow,” I mumble. “It’s a done deal.”

Logan nudges my knee. “Hey, you’re still a dickbag for cheating on her, but I’ll tell you this, you’re not doing her the favor you think you are by going through with it. And I say that, because I have the hindsight. It’s better for us both that Kayla didn’t marry me. So maybe I’m a bitter bachelor filled with resentment, and she’s divorced, but at least we didn’t make each other miserable.”

He’s so close I feel myself gravitating toward him, as if an invisible force is pushing us together. Our knees meet first, sending a jolt through my body. And then I’m leaning in until I kiss the corner of his lips.

Oh, his stubble is so very delicious. I want to feel it all over my body.

Logan pulls away, but not as abruptly as last time. “I’m not your answer, Kyle. This isn’t fair on Madison. What are you trying to do here? Get one last fuck?”

I get up and move away from the table to gather my thoughts, because the truth is that I’m barely thinking at all. “No. I—I don’t know. It feels like my life is crumbling all around me. How can I make those kinds of decisions so late? Based on what?”

Jekyll whines and licks my hand. I give his ear a gentle pull, but it doesn’t get me the peace I need.

“Based on how you’re feeling. What else makes people get married? You either feel it in your gut, or you don’t.” He’s done with the food and sets down his cutlery but I don’t want him to leave just yet.

“Dessert?” I ask even though my steak’s almost untouched. But I’m in a growing state of panic, and I don’t know how to rein in my emotions.

Logan gets up, and I love how big he is. I’m not a small guy but he still has a few inches on me, and I remember how strong he is, how he picked me up.

He slides his fingers to my jaw and leans in for a kiss that pulls on my dick.

“I think we both know it’s not dessert you want,” Logan says from half an inch away. “But I’m not a home wrecker.”

There’s nothing left to say, and I face away from him, entwining my hands on my nape as my whole body pulses with longing. “Thanks for talking to me.”

“See you tomorrow, that was one amazing steak,” he says and doesn’t wait around for an answer.

His footsteps resonate through the room, then I hear the click of the door, and he’s gone.