#Chapter 173: The Morning Light

Ella I awoke to the soft, early morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. I always found it funny how everything seemed so terrifying in the middle of the night, and so insignificant once the morning rays of sun began to break across the horizon. As I stirred, I realized I was still in Logan’s arms, his steady breathing and the gentle rise and fall of his chest against my back. A sense of comfort and safety washed over me, and I couldn’t help but smile just a little. Carefully, I untangled myself from his arms, not wanting to wake him up. But as I slipped out of the bed and reached for my clothes, Logan stirred slightly and opened his eyes, blinking away sleep. “Morning,” he mumbled, his voice husky and gravelly with sleep. “Good morning,” I replied, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in my stomach. “Thanks for staying last night.” He propped himself up on one elbow, a concerned look in his eyes. “You okay after tha