Just the thought had his cock half-hard.
“Oh good,” Indigo said as he walked away, and Logan knew it was stupid, but there was a pang in his chest, and the thought that Indigo wouldn’t turn around but would instead walk out was all too real for his liking. He must have made some sound because Indigo stopped short of getting a washcloth and glanced over at him.
Logan avoided his eyes. Fuck, he was a damn mess and needed to get his shit together. Indigo came back, his tattooed arm coming into view as he grabbed the bottle of soap. He wet the cloth before squirting soap into it. The moment the cloth touched Logan, he relaxed as Indigo gently cleaned him.
Logan closed his eyes and soaked up the moment. He reminded himself this was just for now and nothing would come of it. It just couldn’t.
“Can you pass me a razor?” Logan asked.
Indigo moved and grabbed one, but instead of handing it to Logan, he took the plastic piece off himself.
“Lean back,” Indigo said.
Logan audibly swallowed but followed the instruction. It was just a regular razor, and Indigo was just shaving his patchy beard, and yet the act felt oddly more intimate than it should have been. Indigo rubbed shaving cream over Logan’s chin, face, and neck. Logan relaxed and let Indigo take care of it.
“There,” Indigo said.
He rinsed Logan’s face. His fingers glided over his skin so softly they were barely there. He turned off the water, and Logan was once again facing the reality that he was stark naked in front of the man he was supposed to be avoiding. And yet Logan couldn’t find it in him to ask Indigo to leave.
“Come on, Bean,” Indigo said.
It didn’t slip Logan’s attention that Indigo kept calling him the ridiculous pet name, but if he was honest with himself, it made him feel special. Almost like things this time would turn out differently. Indigo wrapped a towel around him and picked him up before he could so much as take a step out of the shower.
“You know I’m more than capable of walking the few feet to my bedroom,” Logan argued.
Indigo winked at him. “I know, but this way I get to spoil you.”
Logan said nothing to the comment, even as his cheeks warmed. They ended up back in Logan’s room, where Indigo finally sat Logan down. Already Logan was missing the man’s arms around him. He chastised himself. This was—well, he didn’t know what the fuck was going on, but nothing could come of it.
Indigo opened the curtain, and Logan had expected it to be daylight, but there was no sun and instead the moonlight filtered in.
“How um… fuck. How long have I been here?” Logan asked, ashamed he’d lost track of time.
Indigo was there in seconds, sitting next to him, wrapping an arm around him and pulling Logan to his chest. He’d forgotten to put his shirt back on after pulling Logan from the shower. Logan breathed in the scent of his mate. His lynx was more than happy to be so close to their mate. If Logan left everything up to his lynx side, he would have already offered his neck up to Indigo to mark. Possibly be pregnant.
He waited for the revulsion of the idea or the anger at the sheer stupidity of it, and yet it never came. Instead, his heart skipped a beat at the thought of carrying Indigo’s baby. Gabriella would be right there, forcing her siblings to play tea party and video games. The image of four or five kids flashed in his mind with Indigo standing next to him. Logan pushed the tempting daydream to the side.
“Where did you go? You had a huge grin on your face,” Indigo inquired.
Logan pushed him a little. “No, I didn’t.”
Indigo chuckled. “Sure, be in denial, but I saw it with my own eyes.”
Logan rolled his eyes. “Well, it’s my face, and it didn’t move.”
Indigo laughed, holding his hands up in defense. “If you say so.”
He got up from the bed and rummaged through Logan’s drawers, getting some comfy-looking clothes out.
“I like it when you smile,” Indigo said.
Logan wanted to bury his face in a pillow. “I wasn’t smiling. You were seeing things.”
Indigo glanced at him, a smile of his own on his handsome face. Uh great, Logan’s brain was going mushy all over again. He shook his head to clear it of any thoughts of how good-looking Indigo was or how caring he was.