If I die, I just want you to know that you have never looked hotter than you do right now, and that is the only reason I’m about to risk my life.”
Tate raised a hand, and before he shut the visor, he promised, “I’ll look even hotter in fifteen minutes when I’m naked. So, quit bitching, and get on the bike, Logan.

Can you sharpen this for me, please?”

Logan leaned across the table and took the pencil from him. “You want me to play with your pencil, Tate?”

“Hilarious. The sharpener is right by you. You just have to pick it up and slide it in.”

As soon as the words left his mouth and Logan’s quirked into an arrogant line, Tate bit his tongue.

“Really? Did you really just say that to me?”

Feeling more comfortable than ever with Logan and this group, Tate shrugged and nodded. Time to give it to Logan as good as he gives.

“Yeah. Is there a problem? You just line it up...and slide it in.”

“You know, Tate—”

“Don't do it.” Tate cut him off as he moved his foot, the one he’d had sitting between Logan’s feet all night, so his shin bumped Logan’s calf.

“Do what?”

“Say something dirty. I know you're dying to, but just sharpen the pencil.”

Logan picked up the sharpener and made a big show of inserting the tip in the hole.

“Jesus,” Shelly muttered from beside Logan. “I thought Rachel and Cole were bad.

How could I have ever thought she was what was wrong in my life? She was the only thing that made any sense, and when she was broken and hurting, so was I.

I want you. Am I supposed to walk away because you're a man? Maybe. They'll say yes for sure. But I'm sick of all the questions running around in my head." Tate stopped and licked his lips. "I want the man who sat down across from me and changed the way I look at the world. And if that's wrong, then I'm confused because when I'm near you, it feels so damn right.

You make me crazy and furious and out of my mind with need, but in the end, you make me so fucking happy. I can’t ever remember feeling this way. And no one is going to tell me it’s wrong. No one.

He paused leaning over to lay his lips on hers, “It’s time to feel again. Let me save you from yourself. You were drowning when I found you, but I’m not letting you go, not without a fight.” He kissed her sweetly and moved back standing up and over her. Lena looked up at his out stretched hand.
“Take my hand Lena.” He offered and she knew he meant it in a way that went far beyond offering to help her stand.