He leans in and presses a slow kiss to my lips.It’s soft and unhurried, with something deeper behind it today.Something heavier.
When he pulls back, I notice the tension in his body.A low hum of energy that wasn’t there yesterday.
I shift slightly in his arms, then pause.
Something feels different.Warmth pools low in my stomach, making my breath catch.
“What is that?”I ask quietly.
Logan watches me carefully.“What’s what?”
I press a hand lightly against the gnawing ache in my lower stomach.“That… sensation?”
“What does it feel like?”
“Like… heat.Achy or… something.”
His expression shifts slightly.“That’s the mating heat.”
My pulse jumps.“Oh.”
He brushes his thumb across my cheek.“It’ll get stronger as the day goes on,” he warns me.
Then he kisses me again.This one isn’t as gentle.It has an edge to it now, a hunger, and for some reason… I like it.
A lot.
When we finally get out of bed, Logan doesn’t let me stray more than a few feet away from him.Not that I mind.He follows me into the kitchen like a shadow.Every time I reach for something, he grabs it first.
“Here,” he says, handing me a glass before I can reach for the cabinet.
“You don’t have to do that.”I laugh.
“I know.”
He does it anyway.
During the morning, I notice all the little ways he takes care of me.When I reach for a chair, he pulls it out.When I look toward the fridge, he’s already opening it.When my glass empties, he refills it before I even realize I’m thirsty.
“You’re studying me,” I say eventually.
His eyes flick to mine.“Yes,” he says honestly.
I smile.I love that he’s always so honest with me.I know I can trust him, that he would never lie to me.He’ll always tell me like it is, even if I might not like it.
“Why?”
“So I know what you need.”
My heart melts a little.No one has ever paid attention to me like this before.Ever.
“You don’t have to anticipate everything,” I say softly.
“I want to.”
The simple sincerity in his voice sends warmth through my chest.
We spend the day together.Logan shows me the woods behind his cabin, pointing out the paths he runs when he shifts.He brings me into his workshop and walks me through the pieces he’s working on—tables, chairs, and cabinets.Every piece is beautiful.
