Chapter Eighty-Four
Logan’s POV
My hesitation only lasts a fleeting second before every resolve I have made shatters and dissipates into thin air. She looks at me the way I have always imagined she would before I found her, like nothing else is more important than right now, being here with me. I can see the restraints behind her eyes but they fade away with time as we both manage to convince ourselves that everything is fine.
My fingers graze her naked waist as I pull her flush against my chest. A gasp escapes her lips and her vision grows hazy, the white of her eyes barely visible. Bringing my second hand up to cup her face, delicately like she is a fragile glass that shouldn’t be manhandled, my lips find hers under the moonlight and the rest of the world vanishes instantly – the lake
