The soft buzz of Grace's alarm filled the room, signaling what Logan had been dreading all night.
Morning.
The day she left.
Grace stirred beside him, her body still warm, still pressed against him, but instead of getting up, she snuggled closer, burying her face into his chest with a sleepy little sigh.
Logan smirked, reaching over to silence the alarm before wrapping both arms tightly around her. "Mmm, good morning, Lucky Charm."
Grace hummed, her breath warm against his skin. "Morning, Johnny."
Logan pressed a slow kiss to her forehead, then another to her cheek, then to the side of her neck as he pulled her impossibly closer. How you feeling, baby? You were pretty drunk last night."
Grace let out a sleepy laugh. "Mmm... not terrible. You gave me water, remember?"
Logan grinned.
