-ARIA-
"Aria?"
Big, warm hands brushed the hair off my face. Earthy and woodsy scent.
Comfort.
"Hmmmm."
"Aria… are you okay?"
Safe.
"Baby, it's me. Logan."
My eyelids felt heavy. "Logan?"
His handsome face was blurred, crouched beside my bed. My head felt like it was full of wet sand; thinking took effort.
I closed my eyes again, rubbed my lids, then tried to sit up. His arms came in to steady me.
"Are you sick?" Worry threaded through his voice.
I leaned back against the bedframe, wiping the corner of my mouth with the heel of my hand.
Great. Logan caught me drooling on my pillow.
"No." My voice came out groggy and rough. "What are you doing in my apartment?"
The cobwebs in my brain were finally thinning, neurons firing again.
He'd called yesterday. A snowstorm had hit New
