The room is quiet except for the soft rustle of sheets and the steady rhythm of their breathing. Logan is warm beside her, his arm draped over her waist, fingers tracing slow, absentminded patterns on her hip beneath his oversized shirt.
Grace has been lying there for the past few minutes, her mind racing, her body buzzing with something she hasn't felt before—not quite like this.
She wants him.
Not just in the way she always does, not just the simple thrill of his touch or the way his lips make her dizzy—but all of him. The thought has been lingering in the back of her mind all night, growing stronger the longer she's been wrapped up in him.
In this quiet room, in this stolen moment, with Logan holding her like she's the most precious thing in the world, she's sure. She wants this.
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