“Are you sure? I mean, if we do this, you can’t go back. You can’t change it. This makes it real.”
Logan watched as Tate lay back down, pushing his hips up to him in invitation, and when he raised his eyes, Tate’s expression answered before his words did.
“It’s been real since the moment I realized that I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
Logan couldn’t help himself from reaching down to his own erection. Steadily, he began to glide his fist up its length.
“And when was that?”
Tate’s eyes grew heavy, and his lips parted as he admitted, “The first night we met.”