Chapter 5

His hands were shoved deep into the front pockets of the shorts he wore. His white T-shirt seemed to glow in the night, and the way his dark, longish hair hung in front of his eyes made Logan’s fingers itch to brush it aside. Pressing against the screen, Logan drank in the sight of his sexy boyfriend and sighed. “Hey.”

Chad closed the distance between them. The screen seemed ephemeral, as if one good tug could pull it down. This close, Logan caught a whiff of his boyfriend’s sporty cologne and noticed just how damp Chad’s lips looked in the overhead porch light. “Hey yourself,” Chad whispered.

Logan felt his hands clench in frustration. “I can’t let you in.”

With a shrug, Chad suggested, “Then why don’t you come out?”

An excellent idea. Logan pushed open the screen and started to pull the front door shut when Chad stopped him. “Cut the light, will you? We’ll be eaten alive out here.”