It makes me think of Logan, how he had Chloe right in this very room, twice to be exact. He wasn’t quite as altruistic as Gage, but then again, he wasn’t really in love with Chloe to begin with. And I can’t judge Logan. I would’ve jumped at the chance if Gage let me. “So you prefer the downstairs sofa?” I shrug. “No—nowhere in the Landon residence to be exact. I’d hate for Tad to be right about me.” “Who cares about Tad? This is about us.” I reach my hand inside the bottom of his t-shirt and trace a heart onto his smooth bare chest. “It’s going to happen eventually.” I bite down on my lower lip and magnetize him byway of a bewitching stare. “But then you probably already know about it, which totally isn’t fair.” I push him in slowly by the back of the neck until I can feel his warm minty breath on my face. “So tell me about it.” He shakes his head in reluctance. “It’s a very naughty bedtime story.” “You do know.” I give a quick scratch at his chest.
