Logan’s fingers threaded through my hair, tilting my face up to meet his gaze.“I never believed in second chances,” he confessed.“I thought people were who they were.Fixed, unchangeable.”
“And now?”I whispered.
“Now I know transformation is possible.”His thumb traced the curve of my lower lip.“Because of you.”
I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, unexpected emotion welling up.“Not because of me.You changed because you chose to.You opened yourself to possibility.”
He pulled me higher against his body, our faces level.“You gave me something worth changing for.”
“Sleep,” Logan murmured against my hair.“The storm’s coming, but we’re ready for whatever it brings.”
I nestled into his warmth, feeling the truth of those words settle in my bones.For the first time in my life, I wasn’t just passing through, just temporarily patching wounds before moving on.I was home, in this town, in this man’s arms, in my own skin.
As I drifted toward sleep, Logan’s arms tightened around me.“Thank you for staying, Sunshine.”
I smiled against his skin, already half-dreaming.“Always.”
The snow continued to fall outside, covering Angel Spring in a pristine layer of white.It was a clean slate.A fresh beginning.Just like the life Logan and I were building together.
