Can't Feel a Thing

Logan fixed the collar of his shirt, smoothing out the front of it, and checked his hair one last time before grabbing his keys, wallet, phone, and jacket. He also snagged the small bundle of lilies he’d put in a temporary vase for tonight, before opening the door and heading across the hall. Knocking on Julian’s door at six o’clock sharp, he bit his lip, a sudden burst of nerves rushing through him.