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“You’re in luck.” I craned my neck to check out the towering, brightlylit
billboard. Obviously, no one had ponied up the money to buy an ad. The
plywood was visible between three huge stripes of shredded white paper. It
looked like a jar with the label half peeled off. “We’re between last month’s
deodorant and next month’s action movie. Reduced guilt vandalism.”
Brightly-colored spray paint had a single, basic use as far as I was
concerned. But Logan wasn’t me, and I could tell he only made the
connection when I said the word vandalism.
“You in or out?” I asked, putting my foot on the bottom rung of the
billboard’s ladder.
He picked up the duffel bag. “In.”
He was still and always would be handsome. He was commanding and
confident, assertive and poised. I remembered his dick with more fondness
than any other. But on my rooftop with a bag of cans in a hard fist, the
hottest thing about him was his readiness to follow me. I almost stopped
myself from leading him further so I could protect him from the very
intimacy he sought.
“Well?” he asked. “You want me to go first?”
No. I didn’t.
He wanted to know me, but that was half the story.
I wanted to show him who I was, even if opening the gate and guiding
him down the path to my heart ended up breaking it.
So I climbed.
Past the NO TRESPASSING sign. The DANGER warning. The
AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY badge. I went over the locked gate
and dropped onto the catwalk behind the sign.
Logan slung the bag over the gate before he mounted it and launched
down to the narrow walkway.
The lights were in the front of the billboard, but we were behind it,
where the plywood didn’t need to be seen or covered. Dwarfed by the scale
of it and protected in the shadows, we were both very exposed and very
alone.
“You’re good at this,” I said.
He cupped my face and kissed me before I could finish, pushing me
against the raw wood as if he wanted to merge our bodies. His intensity had
its own force, a gravitational pull I couldn’t—and didn’t want to—resist. If
only I could fall into that depth of passion forever, with my unmet desires