Chapter 100

The question lingered in the air like a spark caught in the wind. "Do you love me?" Logan’s voice was quiet, but not uncertain. It held weight—like he’d been carrying it for a long time, waiting for the right moment to let it go. His eyes searched mine in the soft twilight, that vulnerable ocean blue of his turning darker with something deeper, something raw. I felt my heart trip. My chest tightened with the rush of everything I hadn’t said. The way he looked at me, like I was something fragile and fierce all at once, something he was terrified to lose. “I…” My voice faltered. His hand didn’t tremble when he reached up to brush a strand of hair from my face. “You don’t have to say it if you don’t mean it.” “That’s the thing, Logan. I do mean it. I just—I want to say it right.” He blinked, and I saw it there—the hesitation he never wore in front of anyone else. With the world, Logan was all steel and steadiness. But with me, he let himself be soft. Open. Human. So I took a breath and cl