Just Don't Fall (Sweater Weather, #1; Appies, #1)

by Emma St. Clair

“I would make sure you felt safe,” he says then. “Safe and wanted.”

“I would explore,” this man holding my heart says then. “I would savor you.”

Logan chuckles then, like he knows exactly what’s happening in my head.

“I could spend the whole night just kissing you. Just this.” So many words to unpack. Could, not would—does that distinction matter? It feels somehow like it very much does.

He kisses the tip of my nose then, a playful little kiss that makes me smile.

“Did you wear my jersey?” I ask. I can’t not ask. And yeah, maybe it makes me a brute or an egomaniac or whatever. But I have to know. Parker’s smile is soft. “Of course. I’ve only ever worn your jersey, Logan.” Calm down, son, I tell myself.

I feel like an idiot, but Parker beams. Worth it.

His eyes are warm when he shrugs. “It wasn’t a bad memory for me. I liked taking care of you.”

“Maybe it’s not too much. Maybe you’ve just grown used to not enough.”