Ava
The morning light spilled through the curtains, warm and soft against my skin. For a second, I didn’t move. My body was tangled in sheets that smelled faintly of laundry soap and Logan. It took another heartbeat for my memory to catch up.
Last night.
It really happened,not just a dream!
His lips. His hands. The way he whispered my name like it meant something sacred.
I turned slowly, the sheet slipping down to my waist as I did, and found him beside me. Logan was still asleep, his chest rising and falling with a steady rhythm.
One arm was slung across his eyes, hair was a perfect mess, and the bare skin of his torso was half-exposed, making my pulse do a weird, giddy jump.
Okay I'm weird now!
God, he looked unfairly good even in the morning.
My gaze drifted lower, to where th
