Page 96 of Perfect Storm
“I never thought you’d be the one asking these questions,” Logan said.
There it was again. Just because Levi enjoyed hooking up and had never really felt like he neededmorefrom someone, he was never going to want more. Levi made a face, glad again that Logan couldn’t see.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
Logan clucked, like the eighty-year-old grandmother he wasn’t.
“Hey, you got around plenty pre-Dylan,” Levi said, before his brother could make any more disapproving noises.
“Sure,” Logan said.
“Then why the judgment?” Levi demanded to know.
“I just . . .wejust . . .we worry about you.”
Logan didn’t need to go into detail about who theweconsisted of. Landry and Lyla, no doubt. All uniting against him and his perfectly understandable desire to have a good time. “God, I’m almost jealous of Riley. Only one older sibling to worry about.”
“Come on,” Logan chided. “I’m just saying. I’ve been telling you that sex that isn’t just sex to get your rocks off is pretty damn good.”
Hehadbeen saying it, for literal years now, but then Levi was also sure that was because he was head over heels with and completely, entirely dickmatized by Dylan.
“Yeah, ’cause you found the right guy to have that sex with.”
Levi couldn’t blame him; Dylanwasa great guy and also happened to be perfect for his brother. Hot and funny and smart. Easygoing and easy to get along with, with none of Logan’s dramatics. And a damn good kicker, too.
Competency porn was totally a thing.
Levi might’ve gotten a little hard watching Aidan throwing that touchdown to Trevor. The soft touch with the ball. The accuracy and how he’d put it where only Trev could catch it.Fifteen years of college and NFL experience condensed into one single throw. It was easy to see why Aidan had two Super Bowl rings, looking at a throw like that.
“And,” Logan said bluntly, “maybe you’ve finally found the right guy, too.”
God, Levi almost hoped that wasn’t true. He liked Aidan so much, but dating him would be complicated.
There was the Flynn connection. Then the fact they were teammates. And of course, the most complicated part of all: that three months ago, Aidan had told him he was in love with someone else.
“Don’t get carried away,” Levi said, snorting. Easier to make it a joke. Easier to do that than to try to figure out how to take it seriously. Even though there was a part of him—a part he was increasingly concerned wasn’t his dick—that wanted to.
“Hey, you’re the one who called me. Asked me how I knew Dylan was the guy.” Logan exhaled, a happy, contented sigh that Levi was not jealous of. Not one bit.
Levi had a fierce mini internal debate and finally gave in. “The guy told me he was in love with someone else,” he said.
It seemed like he’d shocked Logan into silence.
“For real?” he asked after that long fraught moment.
“Yeah. When I found out, it didn’t feel like a big deal. Like it told me he was queer, right, ’cause it was another guy he was into, and he was hot and I was like, well, why not give him a taste if he’s into it. He was. Heis. But . . .”
“But?” Logan prompted.
Levi made an exasperated noise. “You fucking know what, Logan. But now I’m probably intohim, and he’s not into me. Not like that. Likes the sex, sure, but what about anything else?”
“Youcouldask, you know,” Logan said.
“Yeah, ’cause if he doesn’t feel that way, that wouldn’t be awkward or anything.” It would be awful. He’d have to move out,but it wouldn’t matter, because he’d still see Aidan all the time. Every day, really.
And Aidan would feel bad—despite his reputation, Levi had discovered he had an unexpectedly soft heart underneath it all—because he’d just gone through the other side of this. But it wasn’t like feeling bad actually changed anything.
“Might not be.”
