Sometime during the night, as pale moonlight filtered through the blinds, and the quiet around us was both comforting and unnerving, I felt Logan stiffen next to me. His body was pressed into me from behind, his hand reached over me, gripping mine while he slept.
When his body tensed, and I heard and felt his breath catch, I’d just woken up, my hand instinctively going to his, my fingers interlinking with his, which tightened on mine, and I pulled our hands to my chest, while my feet reached down so the top of my foot touched the bottom of his.
Even in his sleep Logan softly kissed the back of my neck, then he sighed, like someone weighed on him.
I closed my eyes again, realizing it was too early and I could sleep longer.
