Not a question.
A promise.
Her fingers tighten slightly in my shirt.
“No.”
A beat.
“Neither are you.”
“Not a chance.”
I lean my forehead against hers, steady, grounded, and for the first time since this started—
There’s no edge.
No threat.
No waiting for what comes next.
Just this.
Just her.
Just us.
And that?
That might be the strongest thing we’ve built yet.
My eyes search hers—not for permission, but for certainty.
“Are you asking,” I says carefully, “or are you deciding?”
“I’m deciding.”
“Then yes.”
His scent surrounded me as his hands ran down my body.
I rose on tiptoe to meet him halfway as Logan bent his head and pressed his warm lips to mine.
My body melted against him.
My heart expanded in my chest with feelings I’ve never felt before. I hope he knows this changes everything. I won’t back away from him ever again.
I take her hand, and we walked to her room.
But when the door closes behind us, the room feels warmer than it should.
She removes her jacket slowly, deliberately—watching me the entire time.
Not performing.
Assessing.
I step closer and take her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles before threading my fingers through hers.
