#Chapter 155: A Strange Scent

Ella Once again, we slipped into another comfortable pattern. Logan’s presence in my bed became familiar, our boundaries remaining firm. But there was something else, too: Logan slipped out of the bed and disappeared at least once a week, only to reappear come morning. One evening, as I was laying there staring up at the ceiling and wondering where he went this time, I heard the front door quietly click open. “He’s back,” Ema said, grabbing my attention. “And… That scent…” I stirred in bed, the sheets tangled around my legs in a way that made me feel all too restricted in my current state. The digital clock on my bedside table blinked a glaring 3:07 AM. Through my half-open eyes, I could make out Logan’s silhouette as he moved silently into the room. He thought I was asleep, and paused for a moment, his eyes studying me. I stayed still and silent, pretending to be fast asleep, but really was attuned to his every movement as he slowly made his way over to the bed..