When my hand slips from her body, I feel the loss in my chest. Turning to look at the woman, I let my gaze scan her body and see how hard she is trying to catch male attention.
“Can I suggest that you not try so hard, and maybe when you see a couple talking, do not assume they are brother and sister? It is fucking shitty and disrespectful to jump to conclusions.” With that I walk off, hearing her mutter ‘asshole' behind me.
Quickening my steps I catch up with Stevie and Glory, my arm snaking around her waist again, needing to touch her.
“Good girl, Glory.” I scratch her ear. “Sorry about that,” I say close enough that my lips brush across Stevie’s earlobe.
I love how she reacts to me being so close to her. Her shoulders lift in a shrug, then she speaks.
“You do not owe me an apology, Logan, you are a free man to do whatever you want. Or whoever.” Her response makes me frown.
I thought we were getting somewhere.
“Hey, look at me.” Stepping in front of her, my arm around her waist, I use my finger to lift her chin so I can see her eyes. “I know that it was not me that ruined the moment between us, but it was because of me. Yes, I am a free man…for now.”
Her eyes flash wide, and I grin at her.
“Fuck, you are beautiful,” I whisper low, so only she can hear me.
“I am not.”
“Oh, baby, you are. One day I am going to show you just how beautiful I think you are.”
Moving in, I kiss the corner of her mouth, a hitch of breath coming from her. My lips linger for longer than they should, loving the feeling of her skin beneath my lips.
I plan to kiss her all over when I get her naked.
Pulling back I look her in the eyes, liking that she is as affected by me as I am by her. Lust stirs between us, my dick throbbing. This, me and her, is an unexpected shift between us, but I like it.
Neither of us came looking for this, but no way am I going to turn down a chance to try something with her. Shit with Val is fucked up, but I can’t let that get in the way of seeing where this might go with Stevie.
CHAPTER TEN
STEVIE
Why is moving so freaking hard?
I am fit, I jog, or go to the gym when the need arises.
Buy I am exhausted. Sweat covers my body, my hair is sticking to the back of my neck, I feel gross.
Today is the day that I move into Cale’s condo. I have been so excited yet nervous about it, but I agree with my aunt and Cale, this was a good move.
“That is the last box,” Cale calls out as he carries a box into the kitchen.
He is leaving most of his furniture, as I like his style. Cale did offer to buy me things that I wanted, but in all honesty, I am happy to live with and use what he has here. No point in spending more money.
I did bring my own bed, as I love it but also, I do not want to sleep in a bed where my aunt and uncle have had sex.
Looking around the space, I take in some of the empty gaps, where Cale has removed his personal touch. Photos, trophies,home decoration, and art items that I was too scared to keep just in case Glory breaks them.
I have all of my things here to make it look like mine. Plus, I can buy anything to add to it. The kitchen is to die for, with all top of the line appliances, and black countertops, with four black high-top stools for the island. The rose gold handles stand out against the black, adding a rich feel to it.
The living room contains a large soft cream sectional, to which I added some of my purple and green throw cushions and my throw. The lamps are all cream, black, and made of wood, fitting the vibe really well.
The balcony is on the other side of a full wall of windows and lets in so much natural light when the blinds are left open. The floor is a dark grey tile, and the walls are cream.
It screams bachelor, but in a nice way.