Chapter 68

The night had settled into silence, the kind that made you hear your own heartbeat. The stars hung quietly above us, the city stretching below in golden lights. Logan still had his arms around me, holding me steady from the almost-fall. I didn’t move. My chest pressed softly against his. His hand rested on the small of my back, warm and firm. His other hand gripped my upper arm gently, like he wasn’t sure he wanted to let go. His breath hitched. “You okay?” I nodded, but my voice was barely a whisper. “Yeah.” Neither of us pulled away. The air between us felt electric—thick and humming. My robe had loosened in the stumble, falling open just enough to reveal the silk nightdress beneath. The cool air brushed against the exposed skin of my collarbone and the tops of my thighs, but it wasn’t the wind that made me shiver. It was the way Logan looked at me. His gaze dropped, trailing slowly from my eyes to my parted lips, down to where my robe hung open. His jaw tensed. His eyes darkened, a