AMIRA'S POV
I let out a soft, almost weary sigh as Logan tightened his arms around me once more, refusing to let go like he was afraid I might slip away if he even blinked. There was comfort in his hold, a warmth that wrapped itself around not just my body but my heart too, but I knew the reason behind his sudden clinginess. He wasn't just holding me because he missed me or because we’d had an intimate moment—he was holding me because he was stalling.
As much as he wanted me to meet Kiera, I could sense the unease radiating off him in waves. He was dreading the possibility that something might go wrong, that the meeting would end in disaster, or worse, that it would drive a wedge between us. And despite how much I appreciated him wanting to protect me from any uncomfortable feelings, I a
