Chapter 25

Logan’s arms were still around me. Strong. Steady. Warm. My own arms had slid around his waist almost without thinking. A reflex. A need. I didn’t even realize how much I needed to be held until I was already wrapped in him. “I’m okay,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I just needed a moment.” “You scared the hell out of me,” he said, his voice tight with leftover panic. “I’m sorry.” But even as I said it, something inside me twisted. Not from guilt. Not even from fear. But because of him. Because of Logan. He was standing there in front of me, still slightly out of breath. Hair messy from rushing. Shirt slightly rumpled like he hadn’t cared to fix it before chasing after me. And his eyes—stormy, frantic, and now... soft. He looked at me like I was something precious. Something he didn’t want to lose. Why? Why did he look at me like that? Why did it matter so much? I leaned back just enough to look up at him. His arms didn’t drop. If anything, they tightened around me, like he wa