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No, it was my apartment. I lived here now.

It was new for Logan as well, as his place hadn’t been big enough for two people. We’d picked it out together online, but Logan had gone to visit the place alone, so I’d never seen it in person before.

Moving so far across the country while also getting ready to take the GED test had been a nightmare to manage. I’d had more than one meltdown in the ensuing months, which Logan had talked me through over the phone. There were some days I didn’t think I’d ever get here, but here we were. The results of my GED test had just come in a few days ago, and while I didn’t ace it, my score was more than enough to pass.

Jason and Patrick had thrown me a graduation party, which also doubled as a going-away party. The house had been covered inso much confetti, they were still finding it in the couch cushions when I left.

The bags I was carrying hit the ground with a loud thud as I looked around the living room of my new home. Most of my stuff was being shipped separately, so my bags only held the basic essentials.

When I’d arrived at my brother’s place two years ago, I’d had only a single bag’s worth of stuff to my name. Now, I’d acquired so much stuff, it required special shipping.

What a difference two years could make.

Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, and Logan’s warm body pressed up against my back. It was another testament to my progress that I didn’t jump or flinch from the unexpected contact, and merely relaxed back into the embrace.

Logan’s lips skimmed the side of my neck before he spoke directly into my ear.

“So, what’d you think of the place?”

I looked around for a moment, as if I hadn’t just been admiring the space around me.

“I don’t know. Did we really need such a big place? I can’t even help with the rent until I get a job. Maybe three bedrooms was too much.”

I laughed, but it wasn’t a joke. The price tag on a three-bedroom apartment in the middle of Baton Rouge was no laughing matter. We’d argued over it for weeks, especially when Logan tried to insist that I didn’t need to pay for anything. We eventually compromised when Logan pointed out that we needed the space. His job, especially after his promotion,required a secure home office. Plus, it wouldn’t be right to ask my brother and Patrick to sleep on the couch when they came to visit. So, a guestroom was also a necessity.

I’d agreed to the three bedrooms on the condition that I paid at least a small portion of the rent.

My savings wouldn’t allow me to pay much right now, but I was determined to one day afford my half of the rent.

Once I figured out what career path I wanted to pursue. I didn’t have all the answers yet, but there was time to figure it out.

I looked over my shoulder at Logan, making sure to smile at him so he would know I was joking about the apartment.

He just shook his head and gave me a brief kiss.

“Tease.”

Before he could get too far away, I slipped a hand into his hair and pulled him back into a proper kiss.

Sexual frustration was a new experience. I’d never really desired anyone before Logan, and for most of our relationship, sex had been a difficult subject. Finally, after two years of therapy, I was comfortable enough to admit that I wanted him without any guilt.

Unfortunately, despite this breakthrough, he’d remained frustratingly out of reach. We’d been so busy the last few months, there hadn’t been much time for romance. Even the number of intimate video calls had decreased.

Even now, with him standing so close to me that I could feel the heat of his body through our clothes, desire pumped through my veins. We’d nearly joined the mile-high club on the flight overhere. The only thing that stopped me was the fact that Logan was the one flying the plane.

Now that we had our feet on the ground, I wasn’t going to wait any longer.

When the kiss ended, I turned around and looped both arms around his neck.

“The living room looks great, but I’m more interested in the bedroom.”

Logan’s dark eyes sparked, and he led me by the hand through the bedroom door.

“Here. Take a look. I tried to decorate it in a way I thought you’d like, but feel free to change anything you want.”

I couldn’t have recalled a single detail about the bedroom if someone had asked me about it later. All I saw was the bed, illuminated by a single ray of afternoon sunlight that snuck through a tiny gap in the closed curtains.

Tossing my jacket onto a nearby chair, I sat on the edge of the bed. “It’s perfect.”

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