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Opening yourself to someone, letting down your guard, being vulnerable—this right here is pure and undiluted trust. I’ve earned his, and Logan has earned mine. And it’s beautiful.

Who would’ve guessed that out of something so scary and ugly, we’d find something so beautiful?

He looks like a little boy in his sleep, the intensity and tension I so often see in him nonexistent in this moment. I love watching Logan sleep. I rarely get to watch him for more than a couple of minutes. Somehow, he always knows when I’m watching him like a creep. But not today. I’ve been watching for some thirty minutes and he’s yet to open his eyes and catch me. I relish this unguarded moment. I memorize every feature, every nuance, each breath he takes. The way his lips part on the exhale and how his long lashes cast shadows on his face. The strong jaw and the hint of whiskers. How his hair falls over his forehead. My hands itch to brush it away and touch him, but I dare not.

“You’re watching me again.”

His voice is no more than a whisper and his eyes are still closed.

How does he do it?

I blush at being caught.

“And now you’re blushing too. God, I love the way the pink spreads down from your face to your body.”

His eyes are still closed and there’s a hint of a smile on his lips. I consider staying silent and try to fool him into thinking I’m sleeping, but I know I can’t get away with it. He’s using his cop mojo on me. He always knows everything.

“Yeah, you caught me. I’m being creep-tastic again.”

“Is that a new word, Miss English major?”

He unleashes a full smile on me now. The parts of my body covered by the sheets wake up and pay attention.

“Yes. In fact, it is. It means being extra-creepy. In the dictionary, my picture sits right next to it. No need to look it up. Take my word for it. ”

His eyes open and flit all over my face and bare shoulders peeking from under the covers. I’m lost in blue.

“I’ll take anything and everything you have to offer, Skye.”

Chapter Forty-Six

“And I’ll giveit to you.”

God, her voice is like melted chocolate.

If I hadn’t already woken up with morning wood, her voice and her words alone would have done the job.

I don’t make a move to touch to her. I just watch and relish her presence. Skye watches me back.

We’re lost in each other’s gaze, and just as I’m about to pull Skye into me and kiss her, the door opens and River comes in.

She doesn’t bother to knock.

Hair in a mess of waves, sweats, and a tank top she clearly slept in.

“Oh, glad you two are awake and not doing the nasty. Nobody needs that visual.”

That visual is actually very appealing, but I don’t say it out loud.

“Jesus, River! Ever heard of knocking? There’s a reason that door was closed.”

River ignores Skye and lifts the cover next to her, scooting under it.

“If you really wanted to keep me out, you would’ve locked the door. You didn’t. That means I can come in.”

River tugs at the covers.

I pull Skye’s body closer in an attempt to use her as a shield against her sister.