“I love you, Logan Lawson. I love you. I am yours. Today, tomorrow, and yesterday. Forever. I’m yours.” Logan growled. Soul deep. “Say it back,” I whispered as my hands curled tighter. “Say it back.” Those eyes raced my face, tracing every inch. His voice became a rasp of conviction. “You think I don’t love you, Aster Rose? You are the very meaning of it. You are the one who taught me what it meant.”
