A few days later,
I wake up from my sleep in Logan’s arm.
This has become my routine now.
I have shifted to Logan’s room.
We sleep together and every night after our passionate lovemaking I sleep in his arm.
I never felt so much peace in my life.
That’s why I feel afraid too.
I have become too much accustomed to his touch that I can’t feel my life without it.
I just feel if anything happens, and I have to leave him I will die instantly.
“Good morning, love,” Logan says in his sleepy voice and kisses my temple.
I snuggle in his arm, reply, “good morning.”
I know I will have to get up, but I don’t want to leave this warmth.
“Don’t you want to get up?” he asks and I shake my head.
“I like it here,” I reply.
“Ok then, let’s skip today’s plan. I also want to eat my mate,” he says
