LOGAN’S POV
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My fingertips run up and down her spine as she lays with her head on my chest, her leg hiked up over mine, her arm draped over my ribs as her hair is sprawled out over my chest and shoulders.
I think about last night as I lay staring at the ceiling, the turning blades deepening my thoughts as I absentmindedly stare.
I was about to smoke another joint when I felt the soul crushing feeling in my chest. My heart was rapidly beating, feeling like it’s being crushed while a nauseating feeling bubbles in my chest.
I press two fingers to the pulse in my neck, counting each beat and I stand, tossing the neatly thin rolled joint to the floor when I realize that what I am feeling is not coming from me, but from her.
I ran over to their pack to find Marliya and Mackenzie face to
