A few days later,

I wake up from my sleep in Logan’s arm.

This has become my routine now.

I have shifted to Logan’s room.

We sleep together and every night after our passionate lovemaking I sleep in his arm.

I never felt so much peace in my life.

That’s why I feel afraid too.

I have become too much accustomed to his touch that I can’t feel my life without it.

I just feel if anything happens, and I have to leave him I will die instantly.

“Good morning, love,” Logan says in his sleepy voice and kisses my temple.

I snuggle in his arm, reply, “good morning.”

I...