“Yes,” I breathe.
My hands slide up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt, and I let myself press closer, like I’ve been wanting to do since the second I saw him again.
He exhales against my lips, one hand lifting slightly, brushing along my back, sending a slow, electric warmth through me.
I let out a soft breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
It feels like the rest of the world has dropped away, and it’s just us now.
“It means, you’re mine now.”
“I’m yours,” I pant, and as he slips a hand down my stomach between my legs, I’m already coming undone.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
CASSIE
I wake up slowly.
The bed is so warm and comfortable.
We didn’t sleep much. I think we woke each other up at least three times for additional consecration of our newfound relationship.
And after last night, I’m grinning from ear to ear.
I reach out to Logan’s side of the bed.
“Logan, honey…”
My eyes snap open.
The other side of the bed is cold. And empty.
My stomach drops.
He left.
No note. No goodbye. Nothing? Really? After…afterthat?
Of course he did.
Idiot. Asshole. I can’t believe I…
Just then, I hear footsteps traipsing up the stairs.
Along with that signature whistle.
The door creaks open.
“Morning, sunshine,” Logan says in a crackled morning voice.
I sit up, blinking and rubbing my eyes.
Logan stands there, coffee in hand, like nothing in the world is wrong.
“Oh,” I say, trying to play it cool. “Hey.”
He tilts his head. “You okay?”
