His side of the bed was empty.
A soft ache bloomed in my chest, disappointment cutting through the soft haze of contentment.
I wanted to curl up beside him like a koala on a tree, wrap myself around his warm chest, inhale that clean, woodsy scent that lived in the curve of his neck. Maybe run my fingers through that perfect mess of blond curls.
Sitting up, I clutched the comforter to my chest and glanced around. No sign of my clothes, of course. I sighed, about to swing my legs over the side when the bedroom door creaked open.
Logan walked in, back to me, carrying a tray.
“Good morning, Ace,” he said with that gravelly voice that made my stomach flutter.
He turned, and my breath caught.
A tray. With a Diet Coke and what looked like a full breakfast.
“I hope you don’t mind a little breakfast in bed.”
“Sex all nightandbreakfast? You really know how to treat your guests,” I teased. “Is this your usual post-sex routine?”
Logan laughed, setting the tray down. “I can say with complete confidence, no one else has ever had this luxury.”
He held it out and I took it, the blanket slipping a little as I pulled the tray onto my lap.
Logan had other plans. He reached out and tugged the comforter lower, exposing my bare breasts.
“Perfect,” he said with a wicked wink. “Wait right there.”
He jogged out of the room. I giggled, not bothering to cover myself back up. Clearly, he was a boob guy. And after last night and this breakfast, the least I could do was give the man a view.
He returned a moment later with his own tray, closed the door with his foot, and joined me in bed, sitting cross-legged beside me.
“This looks amazing,” I said, eyeing the perfectly cooked eggs, crispy bacon, and a pile of fresh fruit.
“I hope it tastes as good as it looks,” he replied, picking up his fork.
We each loaded up a bite, then tapped our forks together in a mock toast before diving in.
“Where’s your head at?” Logan asked between bites of his breakfast.
I looked over at him, the morning light catching in his hair.
“That’s a loaded question,” I replied, half-laughing.
“I know things haven’t exactly been easy for you lately,” he said, setting his fork down. “But what I said yesterday, I meant it. I didn’t say it to confuse you or make you feel like you had to say it back.”
I paused, heart thudding. Gently, I moved the tray off my lap and turned to fully face him.
“I know you meant it,” I said softly. “I just… I don’t know what to make of how I feel right now. Or what I should be doing with everything that’s happened over the last few days. I feel a little lost.”
Logan nodded, understanding in his eyes. He took another bite, then a long sip of coffee before speaking.
“We don’t need to do anything with it right now,” he said. “We can just keep being us—Logan and Ellie. Me telling you I love you, and us doing what we did last night… it doesn’t mean we have to define anything. Doesn’t mean we have to change.”
He was right. Deep down, I knew that.
But still, there was this ache in my chest, this quiet yearning that wanted more.
I wanted to tell him I loved him too. But I was scared—scared of what it would mean if I was wrong.