Page 43 of We Were Something
Cohen holds a striped blue and tan tie in front of Logan for a long moment before pulling it away and holding up a second tie with a blue and tan houndstooth pattern instead.
“Either of them could work,” he says, switching them out again and eyeing Logan’s frame in the mirror. “Do you have a preference?”
Logan licks his lips and stares at his reflection as Cohen swaps out the ties one more time. Then his eyes flick to mine where I’m seated a few feet away, observing.
“Last choice of the day, and I’m kind of decision-ed out. What do you think?” he asks me.
I lift a shoulder. “Honestly, either one is fine, but I’ve always thought houndstooth is very classy.”
His eyes return to his reflection, assessing for a moment before he takes the tie from Cohen and tucks it under his collar, going through the complicated steps to secure a knot. Once he’s done, he clears his throat and adjusts it slightly, all while examining his appearance in the massive mirror he’s facing.
“Hold on one second,” I say, grabbing a small case on the table to my right.
Then I cross the room where we have been dressing and undressing Logan like a Ken doll for the past two hours. Stepping up on the platform in front of him, I open the case and tug out the one item that’s missing to complete his outfit.
Logan grins at me as I hand over his glasses before effortlessly flicking them open and slipping them onto his face.
“Thanks,” he says, his eyes dropping to my lips for just a second.
I honestly didn’t mean to step up so close to him when I walked over. I’ve been actively trying to give him as much physical space as possible as Cohen and I have selected several outfit choices for him to wear for his photo shoot. That said, I can’t regret this accidental proximity if it means he’s going to look at me like that.
Especially after putting on those glasses that make his sexy factor shoot off the charts.
“Oh, wow,” Cohen says as I step back tomy place next to him, both of us observing Logan as he innocently examines himself in the mirror.
“I know,” I say, looping my arm into the crook of my friend’s as we both unabashedly check out Logan’s backside.
“Nowthatis a doctor I want to see in the pages ofSBL,” he says. “A man who will save my life and then take me home to fuck that very life right out of me.”
Logan turns to face Cohen and smirks. “You bet your ass.”
I can’t help the laugh that bursts out of me, not only at Cohen’s comment but at the way Logan’s response has Cohen’s face flushing a deep red I’ve never seen on him before.
Cohen has been brazenly complimenting Logan’s appearance for the past two hours, something I warned Logan about before we got here, but this is the first time Logan has responded with something other than an awkward and slightly embarrassed clearing of his throat.
I’m thinking the glass of whiskey he had a little bit ago is finally simmering through his system, maybe smoothing out a few of those rough edges.
“So this is the last look, then?” Logan asks as he turns to look back at himself in the mirror.
“That’s the last look,” Cohen responds, his head tilting to the side. “Why are all the hot ones straight?” he asks.
I roll my eyes and give him a playful shove. “Trust me when I tell you from the straight-girl perspective, the question we are always asking is: why are all the hot ones gay?”
We both giggle together then turn back to Logan.
“Anything else you can think of that you’ll need before you head out?” Cohen asks.
The simple question leads to the two of them quickly recapping all the items on the docket for purchase today. For the beach outfit, some swim trunks, sandals, and a tank top. For the casual getup, a new pair of jeans, a Henley, and some white Keds. And for his business attire, everything he’s currently wearing: tan slacks, a snug button-up in a deep shade of blue that accents his eyes, cufflinks, a belt, a pair of Oxfords, and the houndstooth tie.
He also decided to get an exercise outfit,just in casethe interviewer decided a workout photo would fit the article.
I had a good laugh about that for several minutes.
It’s so different shopping with someone who is easy to please. Logan had a few critiques about the outfits, specifically about the fit of some slacks being too snug or a shirt not being particularly comfortable, but he was so flexible. This whole experience went so smoothly.
I remember going shopping with Giroux a few times and constantly rolling my eyes at how bossy he was. How demanding. How rude.
Logan has been like…a dream. Kind to Cohen. Present and interested. A bit playful—once he’d had a glass of whiskey, of course.
