“I love you, Skyla,” he pants the words heavy in my ear. “You are my everything.”
I pull back and gaze into those red glossy eyes of his. “I love you, too, Logan. I can honestly say that I’m glad I went through the hell I did because not only has it made me a stronger person, but it’s landed us on the track we were meant to be on all along. You make me stronger, wiser, and better than I could ever be on my own. Thank you for that.”
His body collapses over mine for a moment as his mouth finds its way to my ear. “I could die happy now.”
“Don’t you dare die on me, Oliver. Once was more than enough.”
A dull chuckle bounces through him. “I agree.” He pulls up on his elbows and I can take a full breath again. “There’s no going back. This really happened?”
“It really happened.” I give his side a playful pinch. “And I’ve got news for you,” I say, scooting myself back underneath him so I can feel his chest pulsating over mine. “It’s going to keep happening. We’re going to keep happening. And we’re going to enjoy it. You make me happy. I want to be happy again. So thank you for that.”
“I want you happy. You make me happy, too.” A mournful smile comes and goes. “You realize that I want you with me at Whitehorse. I’ll move you and the boys over. Just say the word.”
I can’t help but grimace. “Will you hate me if I say I’m not ready? I think I just need to take careful steps, and unfortunately those careful steps will take a bit of time.” My lips quiver and I press them together hard. A thought circles my brain and I don’t want Logan to hear it—but I seem incapacitated to building a wall up around him at the moment.
“I know what you’re thinking.” He winces. “You may not be a legalist, but you’re not so hot on shacking up with me at the moment. You’re not sure about the message you’d be sending the boys, to yourself, or to others. Running out of a frying pan and into a fire. You want a ring.” His lids hood over, that devilish grin lands right back on his face.
“It’s so not fair that you’re able to pry into my heart that way.”
Logan offers a pained smile as he pulls me into his arms.
“I’m not trying to pry.”
“I know.” I take a gentle bite from his bottom lip and pull it out. “You’ve thawed my heart out in record time, Oliver.” A single tear rolls down my cheek. “In truth, it was always hot for you.”
He nods apprehensively. “And it still is for Gage.” His finger gently presses to my lips. “You don’t need to pretend with me, Skyla. You can be as loud or as quiet as you want with your pain, but I know it’s there. It matches my own.” His voice hitches as he takes a deep breath. “Enough of that.” His brows pinch as he pumps out an idea of a laugh.
“That’s right. This is about you and me. Logan and Skyla.” Our names come out lower than a whisper, like a secret to be spoken only in the dark. “I’m happy for us.” A small giggle works its way up my throat. “Us.” I run my fingers through his hair and laugh as much as my tears will allow. “We’re finally happening.”
“I think we just happened.” I press his heated body until it seals over mine. “And we’re going to happen, again and again and again.”
Logan’s bedroom eyes take over.
Logan Oliver has always been partaking in some level of seduction with me, with the world. Perhaps that’s what attracted me to him to begin with. I still find it arrestingly attractive.
“I’m going to marry you, Skyla.”
“We’re already married.” I graze my nails down his back as if driving home the point.
“Too bad, we’re doing it again. Big wedding. My place. Play your cards right, you might score an invite.”
“Ha!” I belt it out as our chests bump with silent laughter. “I guess I’ll wait for the proposal then.”
“I’ll make it a good one.”
“I don’t need anything but you, Logan.” I wrap my arms around him and rest my eyes for a moment.
All is right with the world again. Sort of.
14
Gage
If the Mustang’s a rockin’, don’t come a knockin’.
That stupid euphemism keeps running through my mind.
The air sits damp over my clothes, the fog as thick as rain.
