I cleaned up in the guest bathroom rather
brainlessly. It wasn’t until I was out of the shower that I
realized that I wished I hadn’t washed. I wanted Logan’s scent on
me, but now it was gone.
Under the sheets, I lay there staring at the
ceiling. I had finally made love to Logan White, and now he was in
the arms of another man. My heart jumped back and forth between
elated and broken. A fast beat, and then almost none at all. I
wanted the pace that Logan and I had shared. I tried to remember it
as I drifted off to sleep.
***
I woke up somewhere around eight. My sleep had been
brief—hard and fast, the sleep of final mental exhaustion, when you
have finally thought yourself into a tired mess and then just
collapsed. But now I was awake, and I couldn’t bring myself to
leave the room, or even the bed for that matter. I had no idea what
I might face once I saw Logan and Stefano, and I was terrified to
find out.
The idea that making love to Logan had meant