“Perfect?”
He chuckles, the sound raspy and raw and so damn sexy. “Yeah. Perfect.”
We lie there for another few minutes, soaking up each other’s heat and letting our heart rates slow before he gets up with a kiss on my temple to clean us both up.
Once we’ve both gotten ready for the night and brushed our teeth, Logan tugs me back into the bed, wraps me in blankets and his arms, and sighs contentedly.
“This day has been a rollercoaster.”
I hum my agreement before it’s interrupted by a yawn. “Yes, it has been.”
“We’ll get through this.”
I believe him.
“Together.” He presses a gentle kiss to my lips, sealing his promise.
Together.
fifty-one
BLAIR
I’m draggedinto consciousness by a loud, annoying knocking.
“Blair? Logan? You guys better be wearing clothes because I’m about to come in.”
There’s a moment of pure terror as I try to remember if we did, in fact, put on clothes last night before falling asleep. I’m checking underneath the blankets when Reed comes stumbling through Logan’s bedroom door. Luckily, we’re both clothed.
“Why are you still sleeping?” my little shit of a brother asks, a smirk on his annoying face. “Did you guys stay up late doingstuff?”
Logan groans behind me, his arms tightening around me. “You sure you want to know the answer to that, bro?”
Reed’s nose crinkles. “Nope. I really don’t. Forget I said that.”
My skin breaks out in goosebumps when Logan’s low chuckle vibrates through me. “What time is it?” I ask
“Time for you to get a watch.”
“You’re the worst. You know that, right?”
Reed rolls his eyes. “Whatever.” He shifts his attention to Logan, who’s hiding his morning wood against my ass at the moment. “You redecorated the guest room.”
It’s not a question, but I’m not sure where the statement is coming from. Logan redecorated the guest room? It was so dark last night, and I was so out of it, I didn’t even glance at the room when he carried Reed to bed.
Logan kisses my temple before pushing himself into a seated position. Steely eyes watch my brother intently. “I did. Do you like it?”
I can’t quite read my brother’s expression. Reed takes a few more steps into the room, his eyes on Logan. “My number’s on the wall.”
What? Now I’m really confused. Looking between the two of them, I hold in the questions I’m dying to ask, because whatever this is, it feels like interjecting would intrude on a moment I don’t understand.
Logan nods. His lips quirk up on one side, giving him a lopsided smile. “It is.”
“Is it…” Reed scuffs his toe against the carpet. “Is it for me?”
“Yeah, bud. It is.” Logan sucks in a deep breath. “Do you like it?”
Reed looks so young when his eyes go wide and his open mouth curves into a blinding smile. “I love it.”
