Amelia's POV

I woke up with a long yawn and stretch. That was a good sleep, I wasn’t going to lie. It was a new day which meant another day to see what Paris holds.

Logan wasn't in bed when I turned, though the sheets were still warm. He probably is around somewhere.

My mind drifted to last night, it was hectic and a storm of emotions. Going to bed was very weird for both of us considering what almost happened.

Logan was never going to use the medium sofa in the room anyways and neither ...