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I watched the faint light contour him like a lover’s caress. From the hard muscles of his back, across his broad shoulders, to the visible sliver of his face tucked under his arm. He was lying on his back, the way he liked to sleep, green eyes shielded by his corded forearms.
Logan is so blindingly handsome that it doesn’t seem real.
Sitting beside him, my hand itched to touch him again, as if it had been ages. As if we hadn’t spent most of the night making love in this same bed. But dawn was breaking, and with it, the spell.
After the New Year, we came to his mansion in Beverly Hills instead of the downtown penthouse. And all weekend, we existed in our own quiet world—unhurried, easy, sipping wine, talking, laughing like two pieces of the same whole.
Now the sun is rising, and
