"You want anymore pizza? Logan? Helloooo?"

I turned towards my brother. "Sorry,  what?"

Wyatt pointed his finger at the extra large pepperoni pizza that sat on the table in front of us. "I asked you if you wanted any more pizza."

I shook my head. "Nah, I'm good. You can have the rest."

He reached for another piece. "You okay? You've been a little off lately."

Chime—chime

Before answering Wyatt, I'm pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw a text from Grant. Just the person I was thinking about.

G: Good morning handsome. I had a good time last night.

I couldn't hold back my smile, so I glanced up at my brother in an attempt to play it off.

"I'm fine," I finally said to him. "Just this wedding stuff is stressful."

It was more than stressful. My mother was overly excited about the whole thing, and one of my biggest fears was that she was going to want us married sooner rather than later.

"I bet. I couldn't imagine what it would be like going through that."

No, I guess he couldn't. I didn't see my younger brother going into the family business. Even though he always said he didn't know what he was going to do as far as a career goes, I knew it was going to be something artistic. He was far too talented to waste it by joining my father's business.

I laughed and took a drink of my soda. "Consider yourself lucky," I said flatly.

I thought he said something along the lines of 'You're the lucky one' but he was mumbling and I was replying to Grant.

Me: Good morning yourself. I had a great time too. I'm glad we did it.

His reply was instant; and I had a feeling what was coming.

G: Can I see you tonight? And for longer than just dinner this time. 

I new what he was implying and although I was a little hesitant, my dick wasn't. I shifted in my chair as my growing erection grew uncomfortable in my jeans. Was I really going to jump into bed with Grant again? 

We've been together a handful of times and it was always pretty amazing. It was the after part that seemed to be a problem. Usually one of us freaked out for some bullshit reason and we ended up not talking for awhile. But there were also a few times where the after parts—the pleasurable remnants—were nice. There was one memory in particular...

"Look at me," Grant whispered.

After the energetic sex we had just a few minutes ago, it didn't surprise me that we were still trying to catch our breaths. There was no missing the unexplainable happiness that filled Grant's quiet bedroom.

Maybe it was the amazing sex between us. I could barely move my arms or legs right now.

Yeah.

Definitely the amazing sex.

We may be confused about a lot of shit when it came to the topic of 'us', but that wasn't the case when it came to matters of the bedroom. I've had sex with others and none of them compared to the chemistry I had with the man lying next to me.

I turned my head towards the voice that seemed to rule my mind, my body...hell, even that organ pumping blood through my system.

Was I in love with him? Fuck. Yeah. I was. Did he love me? I had no fucking idea. Sometimes I thought he did. Like now, for instance. The way he was looking at me made he think those three little words were on the tip of his tongue.

"I missed you."

Eh, it wasn't 'I love you' but I'll take it.

"I missed you, too," I replied as I continued to bask in the pleasurable remnants of our latest romp in the sheets.

It's been months since we've seen each other. The last time we were together, I ended up getting a call from my dad right after regarding my future with his business.

It struck a nerve and I left Grant alone in has apartment without saying word. We haven't even spoken since then and I didn't blame him. What I did was fucked up.

Then, to my surprise, I got a text from him two days ago. He asked if I wanted to hang out and I said yes. Like I always did. I snuck away from a family event and I've been at his place ever since. This was the first time we've ever spent a weekend together. It was usually no more than a few hours or one night at the most.

I reached out and placed my hand on his cheek. He hadn't shaved in a few days so his short beard rubbed against my palm. I liked it.

"Grant, I'm sorry. About last time."

A corner of his mouth lifted. "It's okay. I mean, it was kind of shitty, but I have no right to hold it against you. Not after the way I left things the time before that."

"We're a fucking mess," I joked.

He chuckled and the light in his eyes sent chills through my body. "Yeah. We are." His smile disappeared and his expression turned serious. "But I rather be stuck in this mess with you, than have something fake and clean with someone else."

Before I could respond, he pressed his lips against mine. "Want to go again?"

I chuckled as he stroked my hard length. "Fuck yes."

"So, did you hear about this whole bonfire party thing mom's doing?"

Wyatt's voice pulled me back from the memory. "What? Another party? When?"

He shrugged. "A couple days from now. I think she wants this to be the official engagement party. Some more family flew into town and she wants them to meet Lia."

Great. My mom never really used to be a party person. And if she was excited about the wedding, but she was going nuts. I was probably going to have to have a talk with her.

"What about, Amelia? You said she doesn't like crowds."

I started typing my reply to Grant.

Me: That can be arranged. Where?

Wyatt sighed heavily. "I'll talk to her."

I looked up at my brother. "No. I'll talk to her. After the surprise party fiasco, I talked to her about how she is around crowds."

Chime—chime

G: My hotel. 7pm.

"Did you tell her I told you? And who are you texting?"

I set the phone down on the table with a thud and ran a hand through my hair.

"Its a work thing. No, I didn't tell her that you told me. I just told her that I knew something was off and I wanted to know what it was. And she did."

That was kind of the truth. All she really told me was that she got nervous around crowds. It felt like there was more to it than that, but I could tell she was extremely uncomfortable talking about it.

I glanced at my younger brother. He probably knew what was going on with her. The two of them were closer than best friends if that were possible. I may not be in love with Amelia, but I did love her. I cared about her. There was something going and, especially as her fiance, I should know about it.

But I had enough on my plate for now. At least if Wyatt knew what was going on, he would be there for her. I had no doubt about that and it seemed to relieve a little bit of my stress.

"That's good." Wyatt cleared his throat. "So, what are you plans after we leave here?"

I shrugged. "Nothing really right now. Why?"

"I'm supposed to pick Amelia up when she's done shopping with Mom. But that's a couple hours from now. Want to catch a movie or something?"

I laugh a little at that. When Amelia told me she was going shopping with my mother, I was beyond surprised. Amelia was not the shopping type. When she told me it was for a wedding dress, I felt for her. Poor thing.

"Yeah," I answered. "A movie sounds great."

Wyatt got up from the table. "I gotta take a leak. I'll meet you at the car."

"Yeah, okay."

I gathered the trash from the lunch we had and I couldn't help but think about what was to come later tonight. I wanted this day to go by quickly. I wanted to see Grant and I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

When he told me to meet him at his hotel, it only confirmed what I already knew he had planned for tonight.

Before I even processed what I was doing, I opened our text conversation.

Me: I'll be there.

There was no way I was going to cancel these plans. But I also knew that I needed to be straight with him. When I got there tonight, I was going to explain to him that we could hang out. But that was it. This couldn't keep happening.

No matter how much we both wanted it.