Elizabeth
My eyes slowly open, last night's memories hitting me. My heart pounds against my chest, and my intestines tangle as I pull the bedsheet up over my breasts, turning slowly to look at Logan. A mixture of disappointment and relief floods over me when I don't find him there, and I heave a sigh. I stand up, wrapping the bedsheet around my naked body as I walk to the ensuite, wondering if he's there. Quietly, I push the door open and peek inside, not finding him there either. I quickly throw a robe over myself and check the entire house before realizing he's gone. I don't know when he left, or why. All I remember is falling asleep next to him a few minutes after the heated s*x. I drifted into sleep thinking about him – about what crossing that line now means for both of us. About wh
