Love.
Will I ever get used to how that sounds from his lips?
When I say nothing, Logan asks, “Sora. This isn’t moving too fast, is it? I don’t want to pressure you into anything.”
I spin in his arms andholy cow.Logan, shirtless in bed with the morning light brushing over his face, is euphoric.
“Sora?” His concern brings me back from my state of admiration.
“Sorry.” I shake my head. “And no, it’s not too fast. I wish we could have been together sooner. Or if maybe my ex-husband never existed, and we met—”
Logan rests a finger to my lips, shutting me up. “My only regret in life is that I didn’t find you sooner. Stopped the darkness from taking you. But the universe doesn’t work that way.”
I smile. “No. It does not.”
He kisses the top of my head, and I nestle into him with his arms closing, encasing me.
“Since it’s early enough, I should probably pop in at the café. Help Shelby.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure. I’m ready to keep going.”
“I figured you’d feel that way. I already told Shelby you’d be in at some point today.”
A warm, genuine smile spreads over my face. “You know me so well.”
Logan is right. I don’t want to vegetate my days away. Besides, I’m the happiest I’ve been in so long. Maybe ever.
“Even if I want to keep you in my bed all day holding you, it’s not what you want.”
While yes, him holding me with his bare chest and muscled arms does sound like a dream. But helping Shelby is what I need. I don’t want to lose the only job that actually meant something to me.
“See you tonight?” I pat his chest, taking my time running a finger down its stony middle.
God, he feels good.
“I have to be on call tonight. Be in our spot when I get back?”
The balcony.
My insides dance, thinking about keeping our little tradition.
“Can’t wait.”
When he grins, my chest aches. I truly love this man.
When I arrive at the café, the early morning rush had already died off, and Shelby and Olivia clean the front near the coffee machines.
Shelby’s face lights up when she sees me. “Sora!” She kisses my cheek and pulls me into a short, but motherly hug. “How’s that… illness of yours? Taken care of, I hope.” She holds my shoulders, her face dropping in worry when her eyes zero in on my face. “What on earth?”
The extra layer of foundation apparently never stood a chance.
“It looks worse than it feels.”
“Sora… what happened?”
This is the second time Shelby has witnessed me in some battered way. She must think I’m nothing but trouble. I take my time explaining everything to her in solid detail but leaving out the part where I was sold because there’s no reason to add to the already deranged story.
