Ava’s POV

Waking up in Logan’s bed felt like floating. The silken sheets tangled around my legs, the soft scent of his cologne still clinging to the pillow beside me. My body is still with the memory of last night,every touch, every whispered word, every look. The way we’d clung to each other like the world could fall apart again and we refused to let it.

But now the bed was empty.

Sunlight already streamed through the large windows of his penthouse, washing the room in golden ...