-Khloe Anderson-
I watched the Commander- I mean, Logan closely as he ate his dinner. I wasn't exactly comfortable calling him 'Logan'. I thought it was completely disrespectful. Clearly for a man of such rank and having saved my life, he deserved an award. Sure, I could call him whatever I wanted in the privacy of my mind. No one needed to know that. But to say it out loud, I was still coming to terms with this new arrangement.
I'd prepared steak, cheese-stuffed baked potatoes, and steamed vegetables. He seemed to be enjoying it by the moans I heard coming from his throat. I did, too. But for a completely different reason.
Cooking again felt like being in a kitchen for the first time- ever. I'd wanted to take my mind off my recent experiences, and what better way to distract myself tha
