Logan Wallace’s POV
I wake up in my bed feeling strange.
What am I doing?
I look at her, naked beside me. Every night it's the same, over and over again; she ends up in my bed, and I don't tell her to leave. I can't. She sleeps here, wakes up here, I want her here.
This isn't supposed to be what we do, yet we do it.
I lift the sheets to appreciate how good she looks naked. Just looking at her gets me hard.
She's facing away from me, so I place my palm on her shoulder, and she whimpers sleepily. I slowly slide my hand down her back. She possesses such perfect beauty.
I reach her buttocks and gently massage them.
"Mmm, Logan," she murmurs as I move closer and kiss her shoulder.
I'm addicted to the softness of her skin, her scent. I inhale her fragrance and turn her over to access he
