The wedding night…
“I’ve never actually stopped to watch a sunrise before,” I say. Logan has his arm slung over my chest, my back up against his front.
“If you get too cold, let me know.”
“Ah, we can stay here a little longer. It’s a beautiful view.”
Logan hums and then starts rocking us from side to side. Our breaths plume pale violet in the morning air, and the cold nips at my legs until I start to lose feeling in them.
I don’t want to move yet. I’m practically in a movie scene, and I don’t want the director to call out ‘cut!’.
“Max,” Logan calls, and I pat his arm to let him know I’m listening. “This has been one of the greatest nights of my life.”
I snort, turn my head to look at him. “Yeah, right. All we did was talk, though.”
Logan gently turns me so that we’re facing each
