Trust

I'll never see you that way again. Because Before this, I didn't know you were essential for me to feel alive.

I love you,” he said, and as Logan looked at him, he reached for his hands. “I had no idea when you first sat down across from me that night—no idea what I’d been missing,” Tate whispered. “It was you.

So I’m daring you. Wake up. Wake up and tell me that you were right. That you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” Logan sucked in a shaky breath and then let it out as he ran his eyes over Tate’s body. “And that I never stood a chance. I love you, and I’m not letting you go. Not now, not ever. I can be stubborn too. Got it?

There’s something about you,” Tate tried to explain as he traced his fingers along his jaw. “In the way you are. It pulls me in, Logan. I can’t imagine knowing you and not feeling it.

I forgot how fucking gorgeous you are when you fall apart for me.

The only decision you have to make is whether you come quietly or screaming my name.

His motto of “try, take, and top” had changed. Oh, he’d tried Tate all right, and they’d both done a helluva lot of taking, but for once in his life, Logan didn’t feel the desire to win. He didn’t need to come out on top. What he wanted was Tate’s trust—his absolute trust.

Now, I know I just couldn’t wait to see you.” He watched Logan’s thick lashes sweep against his cheeks as he blinked, and then he leaned over to place a kiss by his ear. “I’m so glad you kept coming back. Did I ever tell you that?

Tate could remember every single detail from that first meeting. From the confused way he’d felt and responded, to exactly what Logan had been wearing. It was unbelievable to think back now and realize that, in that precise moment, he’d met the one person who would turn out to be the most essential in his life. Who would’ve guessed it? Two people from totally different walks of life colliding and having that one moment.

That guy—he’s a determined one, and he’s a fighter. He fought for you, didn’t he?

I think there’s something about you that just…” Logan pulled him to a stop. “That just?” Tate touched his cheek and simply said, “Calls to a part of me. And I don’t think it would’ve mattered what age we were.

Love him,” she whispered. “Love him, and don’t ever stop—not even for a second. Because trust me—losing him feels much worse than standing outside this door right now.

Dirty fucker. Could he have found anyone more perfect for him? The answer was simple—hell fucking no. With that thought ringing through his ears, Logan dug his fingers into Tate’s flesh and slowly pushed inside.

I’m sure she’d be more than willing to fit you in. I know I always am. In fact, I’d be willing to fit you in right now.

I’ll never see you that way again. Because before this, I didn’t know you were essential for me to feel alive.

I happen to love the way your crankshaft works. Your piston sliding through my cylinder.

Should I be concerned you might be wanting to switch sides here?'" "'Tate? You never have to worry about that. I happen to love the way your crankshaft works. Your piston sliding through my cylinder.

Logan stared at the man across from him, the one who'd stolen his heart months ago, and knew this was their way -- their unique way to settle down.