Page 129 of Sapphire Sunset

“Tinder, Bumble, and you know, all the other ones, that arefor actual dating. And not just sex.”

“Sex. Okay. I guess that’s fair.”

“Because that’s what you used it for,”Connor criedlike a detective unmasking the killer in the final act.

“Let’s talk about something else. But first slide over hereand let me put my arm around you the way I never did anybody I hooked up withon Grindr.”

“Liar,” Connor muttered, but he was already complying, scootingacross the bench seat until he was resting comfortably against Logan’s chest.His heart, which had started to race at the thought of Logan with other men,was slowing some.

“It’s weird,” he said before he could think twice.

“What’s weird, my prince?” Logan asked.

“A guy I dated in New York for three months suddenly wantedto have a bunch of three-ways and I didn’t bat an eyelash. I dumped him, but itwasn’t like I was torn up about it. But the thought of you with other men makesme want to track down all thosetwinksand put theirheads on pikes.”

“Heads on pikes is definitely not a first-date thing. And ifit makes you feel any better, the wordsguy you dated in New Yorkmademe want to crack the steering wheel in half.”

“But that’s not the weird part, though,” Connor said.

“You think I can crack the steering wheel?” Logan asked.

“No. The weird part is the thought of you with other menalso makes me hard. It’s like my mind’s torn. Thinking about you doing anythingsexual turns me on, even if I want to pitch the other person into a jet engine whenyou’re done with them. It’s, like, jealousy with a hard-on. Does that makesense?”

“Yep.”

“You’re not just indulging me?” Connor asked.

“Nope. I had exactly the same thought about you the day afterwe first hooked up,” Logan said.

“Really?”

“Yep. Jealous with a hard-on. Those are good words for it.”

“It’s a sign, you know,” Connor said.

“Of what?”

Connor felt it was the night before again, and he was tangledin sweaty bedsheets, three short but powerful words knocking at the backsidesof his clenched teeth, the aftereffects of the pounding Logan had deliveredrendering him molten and speechless and full of dangerous thoughts.

“That I’m crazy attracted to you,” Connor said.

“Oh. For me, it’s something different.”

“Uh oh. What?” Connor asked.

“If I tell you, we have to make a deal.”

“Adeal?”

“You can’t say anything in response to what I’m going to sayfor twenty-four hours, and after I say it, you can’t say anything at all forfive minutes.”

Connor sat up like a gun had gone off, but Logan held a gentlegrip on his neck with one hand, eyes still on the road. Maybe to avoid theshock in Connor’s expression, or maybe to avoid rear ending the van they were crawlingbehind.

“What kind of deal is that?” Connor’s heart was racing, andthe heat in the back of his neck under Logan’s palm felt unpleasant all of asudden.

He’s going to say he doesn’t believe in monogamy.

How many first dates of his had been torpedoed by this verytopic? Too many to count.

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