Chapter Forty-Nine
Logan’s POV
Those words hit deeper than I thought they would, but I give nothing away, returning my expression to its stoic form. “Last night,” I mutter, swiftly changing the topic, while trying so hard to keep my tone casual, as the whole of me wants to take her arms and shake her hard until she understands how I feel – that I am struggling with keeping my hands to myself as I feel the compelling urge to pull her into my arms and keep her there, shielding her from harm, that I want to feel her lips pressed against mine as I can’t stop wondering the sigh that will greet our merging, that I want to hear her moans reverberating round the walls of my bedroom. But this is all I am left with, all I have to take.
“Do you remember our conversation from last night?” I continu
