Page 27 of Test Me
He snorted against my skin. “Way to ruin the moment.”
“Pretty sure we ruined the moment when you started freaking out about saying ‘I love you’.”
“I did not freak out.” He reared back to glare at me, but his mock outrage was undermined by the way he was still absently stroking my chest. “Plus, didn’t you literally just say I could never ruin anything?”
“Shit, I did.” I gripped his biceps tighter, laughing as he called me out. “Maybe I should see if there’s a logic or debate course I can sign up for next semester. You’ll be my tutor, of course.”
“Of course.” He grinned. “But seriously, I wasn’t freaking out. I was… processing.”
“Mmhmm.” I caught his hand, bringing it to my lips. “Whatever you say,Professor.”
Logan’s eyes darkened and he rolled his hips against me deliberately, like he wanted to make sure I felt his cock hardening again. “We’ve still got all night before break starts. Plenty of time to get all sorts of ‘tutoring’ in.”
Fuck. I slid from beneath him and grasped his hand to help him upright. “Come on. Bed’s only a few feet away. Let’s ‘study’ in comfort this time.”
We cleaned up quickly and tumbled under the covers, immediately tangling together again for another round. This time, I bottomed. My “HolyshitIloveyou” ended up being off by two seconds, but I was pretty sure my expression was on point, judging by the way my toes curled when I came for the second time.
Afterwards we lay there like sloths once again.
“Thank you for my gift,” he murmured drowsily. “Both of them.”
I pressed a kiss to his temple. “Both?”
“Mmm. The book. And saying it back. Way preferable to dying of embarrassment.”
I chuckled and pulled him closer, burying my nose in the crown of the head, smelling his shampoo and skin. “It’s true. I love you, even if you’re a terrible tutor who seduces his students.”
His answering laugh was an even better gift than the snow globe I’d set on the nightstand, with its silver stars glinting over the two hapless figurines inside.
EPILOGUE
JOSH
10 months later
“Here, let me just…” Logan reached out, and I held still under his touch as he straightened the knot on my tie. Then he snuck a caress over the exposed skin of my neck that made me prickle with goosebumps. Ten minutes into the fundraising dance at Merriweather Gardens that Nate had coaxed us into attending, and I was already ready to drag Logan out of there. He looked too fucking good in his navy suit and the silk tie printed with lacrosse sticks he’d gotten me for my birthday.
“Better?”
“Objectively speaking, sure. But best would be no tie at all. Or shirt. Or jacket. Or pants.” Logan smirked and caught himself just before he reached to push non-existent glasses up his nose. He’d worn contacts tonight.
“I saw that,” I teased, then dipped down and brushed a kiss over his lips before he could protest. “I was just thinking the same thing about the shirt and the jacket and the… all of it. I saywe stay for a half hour and then bail for burgers and a fire at your place. Deal?”
“Deal.” He grinned. “Great minds.”
We’d been virtually insatiable and inseparable since the snowstorm almost a year before. We planned on finding our own place together this summer before our senior year—preferably one with a fireplace. For now, we still took advantage of the one in Logan’s room at Gable House.
“You really don’t miss this at all?” Logan asked, turning to take in the ballroom bedecked with twinkle lights, tables of appetizers, and the packed dance floor.
I draped an arm around him. “Not a bit. Coming as a guest is way better.” I’d dropped out of the frat at the end of sophomore year. Trying to keep up with frat duties on top of lacrosse, schoolwork, and Logan had become too much, and I’d started dreading the obligation of it, especially since being around Logan had inspired me to continue doing better academically. I’d dived deeper into my business major, left Sigma behind, and had no regrets. Though, ironically, I did have some classes with Chet and we’d become friendly. I still had all the friendships I’d made in the frat, which had been the best part of joining up in the first place. Speaking of…
“Incoming,” I said, as Nate emerged from a throng of people and headed toward us, laden with drinks. Jesse was right behind him.
“The bar is a zoo,” Nate groused, passing me a beer.
Jesse offered the same to Logan. “Don’t mind Nate. He’s prickly tonight.”
“Why are you prickly tonight?” Logan asked.