Ava

The morning light spilled through the curtains, warm and soft against my skin. For a second, I didn’t move. My body was tangled in sheets that smelled faintly of laundry soap and Logan. It took another heartbeat for my memory to catch up.

Last night.

It really happened,not just a dream!

His lips. His hands. The way he whispered my name like it meant something sacred.

I turned slowly, the sheet slipping down to my waist as I did, and found him beside me. Logan was still asleep, ...