Dafne White's POV
I melt, that's how I feel in his arms, with his distinctive cologne, his warm lips wrapping around mine. It's like a dream, some strange hallucination of my brain.
“You won't stop being mine, and I won't stop being yours because of this, grumpy,” I look into the blue of his eyes, blinded and completely melted in his closeness.
“Logan... I'm scared,” he shakes his head and caresses my cheek.
“We'll find a way to make it work, and yes, it will be chaos.” I press my lips together, nodding.
“I didn't think it was his; it didn't seem logical, we were barely together and... us...” I clear my throat, “you know...”
“We've played with luck more than anyone. I thought so too; it makes more sense...” He becomes thoughtful, and the coffee maker turns off, so I step aside. I go
