maybe you’re right. Maybe you’re not mine, but I am most certainly yours.” “Logan.” I’m honestly not entirely sure what I was going to say. My heart feels as though it’s trapped in a vice. He places a finger over my lips, that slight bit of contact sending a zing along them that leaves them tingling. It only serves to remind me how safe I always felt with him. How gentle and caring he was. Despite his size and stature, Logan always touched me as though I needed to be handled with care.
