"When was the last time you talked to your father?" Logan's voice was calm, a low rumble that seemed to blend with the soft patter of the early morning rain against the window.
Sophia lay nestled against him, her head resting on his chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing soothing her. They had fallen asleep immediately after the intense passion of the night before, only to wake in the dim pre-dawn light with Logan already inside her, their bodies naturally gravitating towards each other as if drawn by an unspoken connection.
"It's been months now," Sophia replied distantly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her fingers traced idle patterns on his chest, the warmth of his skin grounding her. "It was before we traveled to Monaco." She tilted her head up to meet Logan's gaze, her
