Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,45

kid ended up finding strength he didn’t know he had and saved the universe.”

“I can relate,” I say. “My parents weren’t divorced, but the powerless thing? I get that.”

He nods with a thoughtful expression. “I think that’s why sci-fi is so popular. Anyway, I went from reading it to writing it, and when I was twenty-one, I got lucky and scored a publishing contract, the rest, as they say, is history.”

“You love it? Like, it’s your dream job?” I ask, my heart constricting a little with jealousy, because he doesn’t even have to answer, I can already tell.

“It’s the best; I can’t imagine doing anything else,” he answers. “What about you? What do you do?”

I deflate at the question, picking at my food and avoiding eye contact. “I work for my dad.”

“Ah.” It’s only a syllable, but it’s clear he understands. “You ever been to comic con?”

“A few years ago. I try to go to cons when I can, but I can’t always get away.”

“I’m planning to go, if you’re interested,” he offers, his voice a little too excited to pull off the casual tone he seems to be going for.

“Seriously? You want to go to Comic Con together?”

“Only if you cosplay,” he amends with a wink.

“Dude, you have no idea.”

He smiles, and my stomach gives a small flip. Dammit, why’d the guy who’s dating Bishop have to be so cool?

Chapter 12

Bishop

“Mmm, what smells so good?” I ask, coming out of the bathroom after a shower.

“Riot was so excited about my brownies last time, I figured I’d make some more sweets,” Leo answers, popping his head out of the kitchen.

“You didn’t have to do that. And are you sure it’s okay we’re hanging out here tonight? You and I haven’t even made time for our date yet, and I don’t want to be parading Riot around in front of you if it’ll make things weird.”

“If there’s going to be a parade, that might be weird,” he jokes before vanishing back into the kitchen. “Stop worrying so much; I want to get to know him better. We’re both dating you, and I think I’ll feel a lot more comfortable the better I know him.”

“If you’re sure.” I step into the kitchen behind him and peek at the goodies he’s making. “Ooo, are those turtle brownies?”

“They are indeed.”

I wrap my arms around Leo from behind and nibble at his neck. Even a week since our first kiss and I can’t believe I get to touch him this way. After all the years I spent dreaming about it, it doesn’t seem real.

“The brownies are probably sweeter than I am,” he laughs.

“I highly doubt that.” I continue trailing kisses up to his jaw and then to the spot right behind his ear that I’ve discovered makes him squirm every time. I slip my hand under his shirt and splay my fingers over the hard planes of his abs. We haven’t done more than make out so far, and I’m not sure what I’m waiting for, except that sex kind of fucked things up between Hudson and me, and I’m terrified it could do the same with Leo.

He moans, grinding his ass back against my hard cock. I press back, imagining how good it would feel if we were skin to skin, instead of having all these annoying layers of clothing between us.

“God, B, I love the way you touch me,” he groans.

“I love touching you,” I counter, grazing my teeth over his earlobe.

Before I can consider throwing caution to the wind and finding out exactly what sex might do to our relationship, there’s a knock at the door.

“That must be Riot,” Leo says, still sounding breathless.

“I’ll get it.” I nip at his earlobe one more time before releasing him to answer the door.

It’s not Riot standing on the other side though.

“Hey, do you have a second to talk?” Hudson asks, his hands shoved in his pockets, his shoulders slightly hunched, a look of uncertainty on his face. I’ve never seen him like this. The Hudson I’ve always known is confident to the point of being cocky.

“Um,” I glance back over my shoulder, expecting Leo to appear and start acting like an asshole at any moment. “I have a second.” Instead of inviting him in, I step out into the hallway and pull the door closed behind me. “What’s up?”

“I don’t know; that’s what I’m here to find out.” He fixes me with a look that holds me in place, his eyes boring into me