Logan's POV

The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was her. Amelia, curled against me, her hair messy across the pillow. My chest tightened. She looked too peaceful and perfect, like I might break her if I moved.

Last night replayed over in my head. The way she touched me, the way she said my name. She gave herself to me and I hadn’t felt anything that real in years. I never wanted whatever this was to end now. But…I sighed deeply.

Carefully, I brushed a strand of hair from her ...