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I glance down as my phone vibrates in my hand, and realize there’s a bunch of others from him.
Logan
Watching you give Royce a blow job: 9/10
Way hotter than I thought it would be if I was to ever see his sparkling junk. It was a struggle not to blow my load right there and then and jerking off in the shower to the thought of your lips stretched around my cock, those bright eyes staring up at me was nowhere near as satisfying as the real thing will be.
And now I’m hard, and Royce is glaring at me like I dared to whip it out in front of him.
I burst out laughing, picturing Royce’s dark glare and Logan’s lopsided grin. Of course, the idiot couldn’t wait until he was alone in his room to begin his antics.
Logan
Every night watching you dance: -10/10
I frown at the screen, anxiously awaiting his reasoning. However, my fears instantly dissolve as I read his next text.
Logan
Pure torture. Blue balls are a real and deadly thing, Shortcake. I don’t know what genius plan Grayson thought he’d come up with, but I’m fairly certain he tortured us more than you with that nonsense.
Chuckling, I fire off my first response.
Me
I didn’t hear you complaining at the time.
Logan
You mean, you didn’t hear me grunting your name as I came all over my hand every night?
Before I can respond to that, he fires back with his next one.
Logan
Fingering you that night after my game: 7/10
I wanted to do so much more. Wish I hadn’t been so conflicted. Wish I’d already known the truth. I’d have scooped you up and brought you to my bed and told you how brave and strong I think you are while worshiping every inch of your body.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip as another message pops up.
Logan
Not exactly dirty, so you’ll have to forgive me. Then again, my thoughts at the time definitely weren’t innocent, so… That first morning I woke up to you in my bed: 100/10.
Nothing has ever felt more right.
I’m still basking in the glow from Logan’s messages when I climb into bed. All may not be forgiven, but I'm optimistic for the first time in a long while. Hopeful even. Having told him about Aurora and having discussed everything with him and Royce, I feel as though an immense weight has been lifted off my chest.
Next step: Find a way to tell Grayson.
That’s not a problem for tonight, or even this week, but it's one I should probably work toward.
21
GRAYSON
“Anyone home?” I call, listening for any sound of life as I walk through the door. My mind is fried after spending the day at the prison visiting Dad. I’ve been dodging his calls, trying to avoid talking to him while I sort everything out in my head, but after spending hours yesterday with his lawyers, I decided to bite the bullet today and go see him. It’s not like I could put it off for much longer without him growing suspicious or asking questions. I’ve been able to claim I’m busy with the new semester and work, but that excuse will only hold up for so long.
