Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,60

you’ll get there.”

“Thanks, it means a lot.”

I look up and find him watching me. Heat dances along my skin, and I wonder again how the poly thing works. Could I date them both? Or is that not a thing?

“One more question.”

“Shoot,” he says.

“Could you and Bishop date the same person? Or is that not how things are done?”

Riot tugs his lip ring between his teeth, his eyes lingering on me with something intense hidden in them now. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, and I imagine how it would feel against my lips, how his body would feel against mine.

“Potentially,” he answers after a few seconds.

I wait to see if he’s going to add anything else, and when he doesn’t, I nod. “Okay.”

We finish eating our food, moving the topic into books and movies, which feels a lot safer but does nothing to shake the thoughts from my mind about how much I want Riot even though I hardly know him. He knows me though, better than anyone.

When we’re finished with dinner, he helps me clean up, and we end up in the living room. “You wouldn’t want to watch Doctor Who, would you?”

“Are bowties cool?” he posits, quirking his pierced eyebrow at me. A laugh bursts from my lips, and I reach for the remote to pull up the show, and we both get comfortable on the couch.

Chapter 15

Bishop

My heart beats hard against my ribcage, flapping wildly. I’m not sure why I’m nervous. This is Hudson for fuck sake. He’s my best friend; we’ve shared everything. But damn, showing up at his door in the middle of the night certainly turns the tables.

I listen carefully for any sound of movement inside his apartment. I should’ve texted first. Or, hell, I should’ve showed up at a reasonable hour. But I nearly chickened out three times before Leo practically shoved me out the door.

The entire drive over here, I couldn’t stop wondering if Riot was right. Have I been the problem between Hudson and me the whole time? Is it possible the idea that I’m nothing but a convenient fuck buddy is coming from me and not him? Telling Leo about the history of our relationship last night, lying in bed together after our date, hearing it out loud, I got the feeling it’s a distinct possibility.

When I finally hear rustling and footsteps, I hold my breath, shoving my hands in my pockets and then pulling them out again because it feels awkward and unnatural. What do I normally do with my hands? I try folding my arms over my chest before giving up and letting them hang limply at my sides.

The sound of the deadbolt is like a cannon firing in the otherwise silent hallway. And then the door swings open. Hudson’s hair is flat on one side from sleep, his eyes half-lidded. He’s dressed in nothing but a pair of red and white striped boxers, the rest of his gorgeous body on full display.

“Bishop?” he asks in a sleep rough voice.

“Can I come in?”

He blinks and drags his fingers through his hair. “Am I dreaming?”

“I don’t think so,” I answer with a chuckle.

“Then, yeah come on in.” I laugh again as he steps aside. His place is nice, way nicer than anywhere I’ve ever lived. I helped him pick it out, letting him drag me to apartments all over town until we stopped at this one. He kept asking what I thought at each one, and I told him over and over that it was going to be his apartment, so he needed to like it. Then, we walked in here, and I couldn’t hide my audible gasp at the vaulted ceilings and the huge windows on the west wall, letting in the afternoon light. He turned to the realtor and said he’d take the place on the spot.

“Sorry to show up here in the middle of the night like this,” I say, nudging my shoes off and leaving them by the door before walking deeper into the apartment.

“Is everything okay?” He sounds a little more awake now, following me into the living room. “Riot mentioned you were planning to stop by tonight, but then you didn’t, I figured maybe…” He trails off, his throat bobbing as he swallows, and my stomach plummets. Fuck, Riot was totally right. How have I never noticed that look in Hudson’s eyes before? Has it always been there?

I ease down onto the couch, and he joins me, leaving a few inches of