Chapter 55 Angel in My sheets
~Logan’s POV~
The first thing I became aware of was the warmth.Soft,Sweet., and Familiar.
I shifted slightly, blinking against the early morning light leaking through the blinds.
And there she was.
Curled against my chest, her head tucked under my chin, her arm thrown lazily across my waist like she belonged there.
Like she was meant to be there.
My heart clenched painfully in my chest.
For a long minute, I just stared at her, afraid to even breathe too loud in case it shattered the fragile peace wrapping around us.
She was beautiful.More beautiful than anything I deserved.
Her hair was a wild mess against the pillow, her cheeks still flushed from the night before, her lips parted slightly as she breathed in slow, even rhythms.
I tightened my arm around her instinctively, pulling her even closer.
Mine.
She was mine!
The thought echoed in my head, loud and possessive.
She was mine.
And nothing… I mean no one was going to take her from me.
I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, letting my lips linger there.
She stirred slightly, murmuring something unintelligible, before settling again with a little sigh.
My chest swelled, feeling proud to have a woman like her in my life, and for a moment, I just closed my eyes and breathed her in.
I never wanted to let go.
Carefully, so I wouldn’t wake her, I shifted onto my side, brushing a knuckle gently down her bare arm.
Her skin was warm and soft under my touch, and I traced lazy patterns there, memorizing every inch of her.
Last night was amazing, the way she trusted me enough to give herself to me completely. Even though it wasn't our first time, but it felt special, especially to me.
The way she whispered my name, the way she looked at me like I was good.
It terrified me but made me happy at the same time.
Because I would destroy anything that tried to take this from me.
Destroy anyone.
Even myself if I wasn’t careful.
She shifted again, blinking sleepily up at me, her lashes fluttering like tiny wings. How can someone be so beautiful like this? That too in the morning? I was left in awe.
"Logan," she murmured, her voice rough and sleepy.
My heart nearly burst.
"Morning, baby," I rasped, brushing her hair off her forehead.
She smiled small, sleepy, and so damn beautiful it physically hurt to look at her.
"Mm," she hummed, snuggling even closer. "Is it morning already? It feels like I didn't get any sleep"
I chuckled low in my throat, the sound vibrating through both of us.
"Unfortunately, and that because I wore you out from our activities last night,we could revisit that moment" I said, kissing the top of her head again. "But we don’t have to move yet."
She sighed contentedly, her fingers drawing lazy circles against my chest.
"I like it here," she whispered.
"Good," I muttered, tightening my hold on her. "Because you’re not going anywhere."
She tilted her head up, meeting my gaze with those wide, trusting eyes.
"You really mean that?" she asked softly.
I cupped her face in my hand, brushing my thumb across her cheek.
"I mean it more than I’ve ever meant anything in my damn life," I said fiercely. "You’re mine, Ava. And I’m yours,you have to believe that,I'm not planning on letting you go ever! You're stuck with me"
Her smile was slow and radiant, lighting up her entire face.
And just like that, whatever fear still lingered in the dark corners of my mind, it didn’t stand a chance.
Not when she looked at me like that.
She leaned up and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to my mouth, and I kissed her back just as gently, pouring everything I couldn’t put into words into it.
When she finally pulled away, she grinned mischievously.
"You’re kind of clingy in the mornings," she teased.
I smirked, flipping her onto her back and hovering over her, caging her in with my body.
"Only with you," I said, my voice dropping lower. "And only because you drive me crazy."
She laughed, her head tipping back against the pillows, and the sound was purely addicting.
I kissed her again, slow and deep, my hands roaming lazily across her body, memorizing every soft sigh and shiver.
If it was up to me, we’d stay in this bed forever.
But I knew better.
The real world was waiting outside that door with all its messy complications and threats we hadn’t even begun to face.
For now, though, I could pretend.
Pretend it was just her and me against the world.
And I would protect her from anything that tried to take that away.
Anything.
Even if it killed me.