I woke up in the middle of the night, teeth chattering, freezing cold. I opened my eyes and found Logan asleep beside me. It was disturbing, sleeping beside a man I hardly knew, and I wondered if he meant for me to sleep on the floor and I was just too dim to realize it. He was facing me, radiating a beckoning heat, and while I lay there shivering, watched him breathe. His expression looked tough even asleep, but there was a boyish undertone, a relaxed quality to him while he slept that softened some of the hard edges. Dark stubble covered his cheeks, a shadow I could see even with the room cast into darkness, and I wondered if he had to shave every day to keep his face smooth. He breathed evenly, his lips closed, so he didn"t snore or drool. Did he watch me sleep?
I shivered again and bu
