Page 74 of One Night Seduction

I mouth to him that I’m going to go as I point to the door, and he frowns.

“One moment, Gerry,” he says before setting the phone on his desk.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

“I have class tomorrow. I need to head to my apartment, get ready, and get to bed at a decent time.”

Pushing to his feet, he moves away from his desk towards me. His dark hair is styled perfectly, a white button down shirt wrapping around every muscle he has. Muscles I’ve become extremely well acquainted with over the last seventy-two hours.

He hmphs at that, running his fingers through my hair as he turns his head to the side like he’s in thought.

“You could always stay.”

I smile at him, enjoying the feel of his hands on me.

“I wish I could, but I want some new clothes. I need my laptop. I haven’t been to my apartment in almost ten days, Logan.”

“We can bring it all over. There is more than enough room for you…I want you here.”

My eyebrows raise. “You mean, like, you want me to move in…here…with you?”

He nods, his fingers burying deeper into my hair before tightening his grip. A surprised gasp escapes me as pleasure sparks inside me. Goddamnit, why does this man have to be so intoxicating? When he leans in close, his mouth ghosting over mine, I can hardly remember my own name, let alone what we were discussing.

Moving in. Right. With him. Is he fucking nuts?

“We just started…seeing each other, Logan. I can’t move in with you.”

“Why not?” he challenges easily. “Is it the house? I can sell it. I have a penthouse downtown that I rent out. We can move into it within the month if that’s what you want. Or I can look into a new property, you can pick it out. Whatever you want.”

I look at him like he’s delusional.

“You can’t buy a new house because of me or sell your old one. No, it’s not the house. The house is lovely.”

He frowns, his grip on my head loosening as he drops his hand by his side.

“Then what’s the issue?”

“The issue is…” I’m left speechless for a moment as I try to process what he’s saying. “I can’t move in with you! We just started dating, if you can even call it that. I can’t just give up my housing and hope this thing between us works out.”

“It will,” he cuts in. “Work out. Us.”

“You don’t know that, not for sure. In case you forgot, we have a lot going against us,” I laugh humorlessly.

“I don’t give a fuck about anything but what you think here,” he says, touching my temple before his hand skates down to my chest. “And feel here.”

The reminder of his words at the lake house do something to me. I feel my heart ache as if it were desperate for him to touch it. To cradle it in his hands and keep it safe and protected from now until forever. That’s just a fantasy, though, right? That’s not rational. It’s not real life.

Right?

“Logan,” I say on a soft whisper as I shake my head.

“Don’t,” he says, holding his hand over my heart as he presses his forehead to mine. “Don’t sell us short, Sparrow.We’re on the verge of something great, something perfect. You just have to be brave enough to fly with me.”

Am I crazy, or are his words actually wearing me down? Shit. No. I can’t. I can’t do this. I can’t move in with a man on a whim, that’s just so outrageous I couldn’t even begin to list the ways. What if I’m his midlife crisis, what if I drop everything for him and he leaves me on the sidewalk in the cold when he gets tired of me?

The look in his eyes promises that he would never do those things, and I know it’s stupid, but I believe it. I believe him. This pull, this…draw. It’s the realest thing I’ve ever felt, and just seeing how off kilter it’s thrown him over the last week, I think he feels the same.

“You’re crazy,” I say with a teasing laugh.

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