I'm a limp rag doll in Logan’s arms as he carries me to my room, and it is weird. I spent nights fighting and I have never felt this drained before. It's not even like I'm sad. Up till tonight I was unaware that I could cry so much and that it can drain me like this.
“This is a strong motivation for me to never cry again,” I mumble against Logan’s chest.
“And here I was under the impression that being carried off by your mate would have the opposite reaction,” Logan chuckles and plants a kiss on my forehead.
“There are better reasons for you to carry me around,” I sniff.
“I would love to explore those reasons,” Logan teases as he puts me down on my feet.
We are in my room and immediately I dash to the bathroom to see the damage on my face before Logan can see the mess in the light. I'
