“See?” Logan crooks a beckoning finger at me. “C’mere, big boy.” I snicker as I lumber over to him. He sits up, long legs dangling over the side of the couch. He’s wearing jeans and a long-sleeve black shirt, and when he leans forward, I catch a whiff of him and nod in approval. “Damn, you smell good, dude. What are you wearing?” “I ran out of body wash so I’m using Grace’s,” he answers with a grin. “It’s fucking delicious, right?” “Oh yeah. I can see why Garrett sneaks into your hotel rooms for all those secret man-on-man bone-zone sessions.” “Jealous?” Garrett smirks. Grinning, I get in
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i love them so fucking much.
