As first orgasms of the daywent, Logan was spoiling me. I’d never be able to go back to the kinds of men Iwas used to.
I wasn'tplanningongoing back, so that worked out just fine.
“Leave me here,” I said,voice cracking as I curled my toes against the shower floor for grip.
Logan chuckled, wiping medown with a loofah and pressing a softer, sweeter kiss to the back of my neck.
“Take as long as you want,the hot water lasts forever in this place.”
I laughed. Not only wasLoganperfect, but he’d brought me back to his compact enchanted castle where therewas always hot water, the towels were unnaturally fluffy, the couch was fallingapart and therefore the most comfortable place I’d ever sat…
… and he was PrinceCharming.
The hot water ran over myback for a few minutes as I listened to Logan toweling off and then brushinghis teeth. The normal sounds of a normal morning.
It’d been a long time since aboy had let me stay the night. I’d forgotten what it was like to wake up nextto someone who made me so happy I could have burst into a cloud of glitter.
Eventually, I decided toleave some hot water for the other people in the building and shut the showeroff, peering blearily at my face in the mirror.
Logan had already clearedspace for me in the bathroom. Space for makeup and hair products and things,even put a pencil mark on the wall where he was planning on putting a holder upfor my hair dryer. It was written on the shopping list by the door, right undermy favorite cereal.
He hadn’t hesitated fora second before making room for me in his life.
This was what it wasmeantto be like. This was what really caring about someone looked like.
I’d had the empty promises.Boys who’d offered to take care of me when we were still catching our breathafter sex, but who wouldn’t go through with it once the sun rose.
Logan had never promised meanything.
He’d justdoneit.
My phone buzzed as I slippedback into the bedroom, finding Logan going through old t-shirts and tossingthem on the bed.
“Clearing closet room,” hesaid. “Those ones are worn out.”
I grabbed one from the topof the pile. It was a little thin, and part of the hem had fallen down, but itdidsmell of him.
Gabe:I hear you’re back incivilization. Knew you couldn’t keep away. Lunch?
I grinned. Gabe’s happiness wasradiating all the way from San Francisco. I’d told him everything. I alwaystold him everything.
“Can I hang onto a couple ofthese?” I asked, holding the one in my hand close.
Logan raised an eyebrow. “Sure, I guess?”
“They smell of you,” Iexplained. “I want them for when you go back to work. And whenIgo back to work.”
“They’re like two sizes toobig,” Logan pointed out.
“Sounds comfy.” I shrugged.
“It’s gonna be like this,isn’t it? I don’t own any of my own clothes anymore, do I?”
“You can keep yourunderwear.”
Logan chuckled. “Thanks,” hesaid. “Generous of you.”
“I’m the human embodiment ofthe spirit of generosity.” I said, holding the t-shirt up and grinning at it.
