Page 22 of No First Kisses

He kisses my stomach and then lets me go. “What the fuck have I been doing for the last decade?”

Logan’s question catches me off guard, and I don’t answer him. Instead, I walk into the bathroom, leaving the door open because otherwise he’ll just pick the lock and walk in while I’m showering and sit on the toilet seat, watching.

How do I know? Because it’s already happened. Twice.

I already struggle with how close he is. If I have him in my bathroom, I’ll end up doing something stupid… like invite him into the shower and use him for his body. Since I know he won’t ever give me his heart.

When I turn on the hot water and get in before it is ready, I think I’m going to jump out of my skin.

“Poppy.” Logan appears in the bathroom even though I left the door open.

Doing my best to ignore him, I put my head under the water and soak my curls.

“Poppy.” He clears his throat. “I wanted to talk about what comes next. I’m going back to work tomorrow. You’re not cleared for work. Not with the stress and the damage it could cause our boy.”

I squeeze the shampoo into my hand and then work it through my curls, wondering if he is going to get to the point anytime soon because I’m about to turn into a puddle of goo just by him talking about our baby that way.

“I want you to move in with me,” he finally admits, putting his head in his hands while he perches on the toilet.

Waiting until the shampoo is washed out completely so I don’t open my mouth and accidentally eat soap, I think about how to let him down easy.

I really am planning on turning him down, until I feel our baby kick for the first time.

“Logan.” I pull the curtain back. “He kicked.”

Disregarding the fact that he is fully clothed, Logan practically climbs into the shower in his haste to put his hands on my stomach.

With anyone else, I’d feel self-conscious about the fact that I’m standing completely naked, dripping water. But not him. Never him.

“Where?”

I move his hand so that it is right where the foot had been, and then I press Logan’s hand into my stomach as gently as I can. Then we wait.

I see the hope in his eyes. The pure excitement that he can’t hide as we count the seconds passing by.

“I’ll move in with you.” The words are more of a whisper than anything else.

Logan’s eyes fly up to meet mine, and I pause at the emotion there. The hot water of the shower pelts my back, and I shuffle forward slightly, so it doesn’t hit him in the face.

“Really?”

When I nod, Logan stands up and presses his lips to mine with his hands still on my stomach. And when he ends the kiss, another foot or elbow presses into my side, right where his hand is.

“Holy shit,” he murmurs, dropping back down. “You’re really in there, aren’t you?”

The baby shifts again, and then my stomach stops moving. Logan lets go, only staring at my body a few long moments before turning away.

I close the shower curtain and wet my hair again to get the conditioner I desperately need into it.

“There have to be rules. If I’m going to move in, we have to have rules, Logan. Otherwise, it won’t work.”

His eyes, even through the matte curtain, blaze with a fire I wouldn’t have imagined even a week ago.

“No other men,” he says immediately. “I can live with any rule you lay down, but there can’t be anyone else.”

“On either side,” I snap. “You don’t get to lay down a rule that you won’t follow.”

I rinse out the conditioner, missing anything else he may have said. When he holds out my towel after I shut off the water, I can’t help smiling.

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