Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Their gazes locked.
Andrew wasn’t sure what emotion was on his face, but Logan said something to his sisters and headed toward him.
Andrew watched him approach, still thrown off balance by how different Logan looked in clothes. This clean-shaven man in a sharp business suit looked nothing like the unshaven, half-naked guy Andrew had become… used to. It was disorienting.
“Going home?” Logan said, stopping a few feet away from him.
Andrew nodded, pursing his lips tightly.
Logan shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket, his dark eyes unreadable. “See you around, then,” he said after a moment.
Andrew opened his mouth and then closed it without saying anything. There was nothing to say. He nodded.
They stared at each other some more.
Behind Logan, someone cleared their throat. “You must be Andrew! I’m Alice, Logan’s sister.”
Andrew tried not to flinch. He forced a smile and said something to the young woman who hooked her arm with Logan’s. She smiled and said something back. Andrew said something again. Small talk. They were making small talk. It was bizarre, after months of barely speaking. He thought he’d even managed to make some jokes, but he wasn’t sure. Everything felt too much and somehow not real enough at the same time. It all felt like a dream, Logan’s unreadable face the only thing in focus.
Somehow, Andrew ended up letting Alice and Kate—the other sister—talk him into dropping him off at the Rutledges’ place. He climbed into the backseat of Kate’s car and sat down next to Logan while Alice took the front passenger seat.
The sisters talked non-stop the entire ride about everything and nothing, catching Logan up with the lives of their relatives and mutual acquaintances. It flew right over Andrew’s head.
He couldn’t focus.
All he could think about was the warmth of Logan’s body next to his and the inch that separated their knees.
It had been three days since they’d been this close. Not since the island.
Andrew clenched his jaw. Why was he even thinking about this? It was over. Whatever madness—whatever sickness—had possessed him on the island was gone now that they were back to their real lives. He was glad he could return to his normal life. A life without Logan. He was fucking ecstatic.
Logan tapped him on his knee with his fingers.
Andrew stiffened, his heart jumping into his throat. He turned his head to Logan. What? He was disgusted that he didn’t even need to say that for Logan to understand him. It seemed the past few days hadn’t been enough for them to lose the near-telepathy they’d developed on the island.
Logan cocked his head to the side slightly, his dark eyes questioning. You okay?
Pressing his lips together, Andrew gave a clipped nod. The place where Logan’s fingers were touching him was burning. Or at least it felt like it.
Logan studied him for a moment, a wrinkle between his dark brows. “You just look like you’re going to be sick.”
“I’m not going to be sick,” Andrew said unconvincingly, dropping his eyes. His gaze settled on the V of Logan’s legs, on the outline of his cock, and his mouth suddenly filled with saliva. God, he’d give anything to have that cock in his mouth right now—the comforting hardness, girth, and warmth of it, moving in his mouth, using him, how good it felt to be just a vessel for it, a—
“Andrew,” Logan ground out.
He snapped his gaze up—and encountered a pinched, annoyed expression on Logan’s face.
Logan glared at him.
His face hot, Andrew glared back. What?
“Andrew?” Alice said. “We’re almost there, I think.”
Wrenching his gaze away from Logan, Andrew looked out the window and stared at the handsome mansion they were approaching. The gates were open—so the Rutledges hadn’t forgotten about his arrival, after all—and the car stopped in front of the house.
“Thanks,” Andrew managed.
Kate smiled at him kindly. “You’re very welcome! It’s the least we could do to thank you for keeping our brother company on that godforsaken island.”
Alice chuckled. “Consider it an apology,” she said with a teasing smile at her brother. “He must have been insufferable.”
Andrew smiled wanly. “Oh, absolutely,” he said. “Thanks. See you.”
He opened the door and all but stumbled out of the car. He took his bag out of the trunk and then stood there, rooted to the spot, as the car took off.
Something twisted his insides into a hard knot as the car disappeared out of sight. He took a deep breath, then another, trying to get rid of the tight feeling in his chest. He wasn’t going to panic. He wasn’t on the island anymore. He didn’t need Logan. He was fine.
He was fine.
Andrew turned around and stared at the mansion. He’d expected to feel some kind of relief at seeing it. It had been his home for nine years. But all he felt was a sense of loss and dread. How could he enter it without Vivian? It felt like he had no right to do it.