Chapter Forty-One
Logan’s POV
I lean against her door for a minute, stilling my breath and hoping it stays that way before crossing the hallway and walking into my room. All is quiet, even the night, with nature staying far away from this moment. Usually, I hear the toads croak and the seas roar at this time of the night, but they seem to share in the conflicting emotions burdening me, halting all operations until perhaps, I feel better.
Or not.
It took everything in me not to kiss her in the lounge, and again just now while putting her to bed. Everything in me wanted to, but I remembered that Anne was only right across the hall. There is also the fact that I don’t think Trina will be keen on letting me do that, especially not after what I said to her.
Although she tried to hard it as
