“Logan?” I whisper his name, inhaling the scent of his cologne and the whiskey on his breath as he exhales softly. “Promise me that you won’t forget about me after you leave.” “I could never forget you, even if I tried.” I tilt my head a little, looking up at him. “That wasn’t a promise.” Logan chuckles softly as he plants his warm lips against my forehead, warming my soul. “I promise.”
