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One Week After the Wedding

The honeymoon suite in Maui was ridiculous.

Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the ocean. A private plunge pool on the balcony. A bed roughly the size of Logan’s entire apartment in New York. And rose petals—so many rose petals that Charlie had laughed for five minutes straight when they first walked in.

“This is so extra,” Charlie said, flopping backward onto the bed. “I love it.”

Logan stood at the window, watching the sunset paint the ocean in oranges and pinks. A week into their honeymoon and he still couldn’t quite believe this was his life. Married to Charlie. In paradise. No responsibilities except to relax and be together.

“You’re thinking too much,” Charlie said. “I can see it from here.”

“I’m not thinking.”

“Liar.” Charlie sat up, patting the bed beside him. “Come here.”

Logan moved to the bed, let Charlie pull him down. They lay facing each other, the golden light from the window making Charlie’s skin glow.

“Hi, husband,” Charlie said softly.

“Hi, husband.” Logan would never get tired of that word. “Good day?”

“Amazing day.” They’d spent the afternoon on a catamaran, snorkeling and drinking mai tais and making out like teenagers when they thought no one was looking. “But I think the night’s going to be better.”

Logan’s hand slid to Charlie’s hip, pulling him closer. “Yeah? What did you have in mind?”

“Well.” Charlie’s fingers traced the neckline of Logan’s shirt. “We’ve been married for a week. Together for two years. And I realized there’s something we haven’t done yet.”

Logan’s pulse kicked up. “What’s that?”

Charlie straddled him in one smooth movement, settling into Logan’s lap like he belonged there. Which he did. Always.

“We haven’t properly christened this bed.” Charlie’s smile was wicked as he pulled off his shirt, revealing golden skin that still made Logan’s mouth go dry. “Seems like a shame to waste it.”

Logan’s hands found Charlie’s waist, thumbs stroking across his ribs. “That does seem like a shame.”

“I thought so.” Charlie leaned down, his lips brushing Logan’s ear. “Plus, I’ve been thinking about you all day. About getting you alone. About all the things I want to do to you.”

Logan groaned. “You can’t just say things like that.”

“Why not? You’re my husband. I can say whatever I want.” Charlie rolled his hips, and they both gasped at the friction. “I can do whatever I want, too.”

“Charlie—”

“I want you.” Charlie’s voice dropped, serious now. “I want to make love to my husband while the sun sets over the ocean. I want to take our time. I want to make you feel so good you forget your own name.”

Logan flipped them, pinning Charlie beneath him. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“But what a way to go.” Charlie pulled him into a kiss that was all heat and promise and love.

They took their time undressing each other, trading kisses between removing each piece of clothing. Logan mapped every inch of Charlie’s body with his hands and mouth—the freckles across his shoulders, the sensitive spot behind his ear, the scar on his collarbone that he loved to kiss.

“Logan,” Charlie gasped, arching into his touch. “Please.”

“Please what?” Logan’s mouth traced down Charlie’s chest, his stomach, lower. “Tell me what you want.”

“You. Always you.” Charlie’s hands fisted in Logan’s hair. “Everything.”

Logan gave him everything. Took his time worshipping Charlie’s body, learning new ways to make him gasp and moan and beg. Charlie was beautiful like this—uninhibited and desperate and completely Logan’s.

When Logan finally pressed into him, they both went still, foreheads pressed together, breathing hard.

“I love you,” Logan said. “So much.”

“Love you too.” Charlie’s legs wrapped around Logan’s waist, pulling him deeper. “Move. Please move.”

Logan moved, setting a slow, deep rhythm that had Charlie gasping his name. The sunset cast golden light across the bed, painting them in warmth. The ocean crashed outside the window. Inside, there was only them—moving together, loving together, perfect together.

“Logan,” Charlie breathed, nails digging into Logan’s back. “I’m close—”

“Me too.” Logan’s hand wrapped around Charlie, stroking in time with his thrusts. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

Charlie came with Logan’s name on his lips, his whole body arching. Logan followed seconds later, burying his face in Charlie’s neck, overwhelmed by sensation and emotion and love.

After, they lay tangled together, sweaty and satisfied and ridiculously happy.

“That was—” Charlie couldn’t seem to finish the sentence.

“Yeah,” Logan agreed.

Charlie traced patterns on Logan’s chest, his touch lazy and content. “You know what the best part is?”

“What?”

“We get to do this for the rest of our lives.” Charlie looked up at him, eyes soft with love. “Every night. Every morning. Whenever we want. Forever.”

Logan’s chest tightened with emotion. “Forever sounds perfect.”

“It does.” Charlie kissed him, sweet and slow. “Though maybe we should order room service first. I’m starving.”

Logan laughed. “You’re always starving.”

“It’s your fault. You wear me out.” But Charlie was grinning as he reached for the room service menu. “What do you want?”

“You.”

“Besides me, sap.”

Logan pulled Charlie back against him, Charlie’s back to his chest. “This. This is what I want. You in my arms. The rest of our lives ahead of us. Everything else is just details.”

Charlie set down the menu and turned in Logan’s arms. “I love you. More than I thought it was possible to love someone.”

“I love you too.” Logan kissed his forehead, his nose, his lips. “My husband. My best friend. My everything.”

“Your battery partner,” Charlie added with a smile.

“For life,” Logan confirmed.

They ordered room service eventually. Fed each other dessert in bed. Made love again as the stars came out. Fell asleep tangled together, exactly where they belonged.

In the morning, Logan woke to Charlie pressed against him, still sleeping, completely at peace.

This was his life now. This beautiful, chaotic, perfect man. This love that had rebuilt him from the ground up. This future full of possibility.

Logan pressed a kiss to Charlie’s temple and let himself feel it—the gratitude, the joy, the bone-deep certainty that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

Broken and rebuilt.

Better for it.

Forever.

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