Logan & Sab Ch. 8/8

This story has 8 chapters and a total of 6,327 words. Because I split it into more chapters, each one is shorter than usual. Please know that my stories normally have longer individual chapters. PDF and EPUB files can be found at the bottom of this page.

We woke up later—hell, I don’t know how much later. Sab’s the one who shook me awake.

“Hey, get up,” he murmured, voice still rough with sleep. “We’ll never nod off again tonight if we don’t.”

I’m not a heavy sleeper. One nudge and I’m blinking awake, rubbing my eyes. First thing I see: his green ones, inches away, soft and bright in the lamplight. Fuck. Just… fuck.

“Shower,” I croaked, rolling off his chest. “Together.”

He smirked—no surprise there, and none in me either. We padded to his bathroom, bare feet on cold tile. I slid the glass door open—showered here a hundred times, but never with company—and cranked the knob till steam curled up like smoke signals.

I stepped under first, water drumming my shoulders. Sab followed, slicking his hair back as the spray hit it, making him look like something carved out of marble and mischief. My cock twitched just watching. Later, I told it. Clean first.

I grabbed his shampoo—mint and cedar, smells like him—and held up a palm. “May I?”

He dipped his head without a word. I worked the lather in slow, scrubbing his scalp, nails scraping gentle. Water poured over me the whole time; I realized he must be freezing.