Purple.
Disclaimer: Julian and Logan belong to CP Coulter.
"What on earth are you wearing?"
Logan looked up briefly at the sound of his boyfriend's voice, and then back down at the vibrant purple knitted-jumper he was wearing.
"Michelle made it for me," he said, shrugging uncomfortably and looking back up at Julian, crossing his arms defensively over his chest, glaring slightly almost daring him to say something derogatory.
He doesn't though, much to Logan's surprise. Instead he dropped down into Logan's lap, his arms coming up to wrap round Logan's neck, while Logan's automatically wrap round his waist. Julian stared at him, for a few seconds before leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his lips.
"The colour really brings out your eyes," he said when he pulled back, smiling. As in really smiling, not the fake one you see splattered all over the press, his eyes shining bright with something Logan is only just beginning to recognise as love. Logan couldn't help but laugh and pulled him back in for another kiss, this one longer and deeper, both of them falling back onto the couch, completely lost in each other, the rest of the world just fading away.
It was going to be hard. Logan knew that. There would be fights, and tears, and public scandals. But even though it had taken three years of heartbreak, two train wreck relationships, a near-death experience and a confession at knife point for them to get their acts together, Logan knew that now he had Julian exactly where he wanted him, he was never going to let him go.