Rory drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep, nestled against Logan's chest, his arms wrapped securely around her. The rhythm of his heartbeat, the warmth of his body, lulled her into a sense of safety and contentment she hadn't felt in a long time.
Logan remained awake, his eyes fixed on her sleeping form, his mind replaying the events of the past hour.
He watched her chest rise and fall with each gentle breath, her silver hair spilling across his chest, her face relaxed and serene. He admired the delicate curve of her jaw, the soft fullness of her lips, the way her eyelashes rested against her cheeks.
He tried to wrap his mind around what had just happened, the raw intensity of their shared intimacy. He had finally made love to Rory, a woman who was unlike anyone he had ever met. She was
