“It’s not a matter of forgiveness,” I said, awakening from my post-coital glow. I rolled away from him and sat up, dangling my feet over the edge of the bed. He moved toward me and did the same. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You rejected her, and I’m glad for it.”
“I wasn’t even tempted,” he assured me.
I didn’t know I needed that assurance, but I was pleased to have it.
“I’m just so tired, Logan. Tina keeps intruding on our lives. If we could stop hiding…” I sighed. “I know the reasons we have to keep us secret, but it’s so frustrating. Sometimes I feel like I’m losing my mind. Tina rubbing it in just makes everything so much more difficult.”
Logan listened critically, which alone felt like a relief. But then, he added even more by saying, “When I get home, I’ll speak with Dylan, loo
