Not weak.
Never that.
Just… open.
“You still with me?” he asks quietly.
I meet his eyes.
“I haven’t gone anywhere.”
“Good.”
And then—
He moves.
Not fast.
Not rushed.
Intentional.
Logan lowers his head, his hand steady against my jaw, his thumb brushing just slightly like he’s grounding himself as much as me.
There’s a split second where everything stills.
Where the world narrows down to just this—
This moment.
This choice.
And then his mouth meets mine.
It’s not tentative.
Not unsure.
It’s controlled.
Focused.
Like everything else about him.
But underneath that control—
There’s heat.
Real.
Immediate.
His other hand comes to my waist, pulling me just slightly closer—not enough to take control, just enough to make it clear.
I’m here.
You’re here.
