“That’s it? That’s what you’ve been waiting for?” Lowering his head, Logan pressed his mouth against the corner of Tate’s. “What? I haven’t told you how much I need you in my life? How much I want you here in it, everyday?” Logan raised his hand to touch the hair by Tate’s face. “How can you not already know?”
Tate raised an eyebrow at him, and Logan couldn’t help but run his finger over it as he mumbled, “So damn stubborn.”
“It’s your own fault. You never told me. What am I, a mind reader?”
“I don’t know, but I’m a fool,” Logan stated.
“Why?”
“This morning, you accused me of risking nothing, and you’re right.”
Tate went silent as though knowing if he spoke, Logan would never get out what he wanted to say.
“You’ve changed me, and you don’t even realize it. Just being with you, near you? It makes me want to be a better person. You make me want to take a risk.”
Tate touched one of his fingertips to his lower lip.
“What do you want to risk?”
Logan let go of all the emotions he’d held so carefully at arm’s length. Finally, with those feelings surrounding and engulfing him, he answered simply, “Everything.”