I awoke sprawled on top of Logan. Well, not really. Only half my body was. My head was cradled on his shoulder, one arm around his broad chest and one leg over his. Before I could quietly extricate myself, I realized Logan was very much awake.
In fact, he was stroking my hair in a whispery, soothing motion.
My heart skipped a beat, then went haywire, suddenly out of control. Sensing it, or just the change in my breathing, he paused.
I made to move away, and his arm tightened around my shoulder. Not the one stroking my hair, but the other one hugging me to him.
“I"m not going to hurt you,” he murmured, resuming his gentle stroke. From the top of my head to the middle of my back. “Relax.”
I did the exact opposite. I stiffened.
Pausing, he asked, “Do you want me to stop?”
“Yes,” I answ
