#Chapter 31: Close Quarters

Emily Moving into Logan’s house felt like stepping into forbidden territory. It was his personal space, designed exactly how he liked it, and it didn’t seem like anyone else had been welcomed before. The place was stunning and immaculate. It had high ceilings, polished wood floors, and a kitchen that looked like it belonged on the cover of some high-end magazine. Everything smelled faintly of cedar, spice, and something I had started to associate with Logan himself. I’d brought a few of my own things and made a quiet effort to make a space for myself, but it was impossible not to feel like I was a guest in a world I didn’t quite belong in. Sharing a living space with the man I’d been trying to keep up boundaries with was dangerous. My mind was reeling after every brush of his shoulder in the hallway. Every time we reached for the same coffee mug was laced with a tension that clung to the air like static. He wasn’t even trying to tease me. That wo