Logan Chapter 116

-Emory-

He loves me? Has loved me for a while? I thought I’d misheard him as he ran out the door this morning, or that he was joking in a “Bye Mom, love you” kind of way. Like when I walk into our room sometimes and say “honey, I’m home!” But from the sound of his thoughts, he’s been in love with me for weeks now and hasn’t really said anything.

I’ve been feeling more and more for him, but I haven’t ever really been in love before. Is that what this is? This rushing heat when we’re alone and warm comfort when we’re in a crowd? Is it my preoccupation with making his life easier, more fun, better? I’m so flustered that I don’t notice him watching me intently as he listens to my processing.

When I look up and make eye contact, he gives me a small smile and tucks my hair behind my ear. “You don’t have to say it back yet, little rose. I know how you feel. It’s enough to know you’re mine, body and soul. You can take your time to let your head catch up.”

“I just don’t know… I don’t have as much experience as I feel like I should have.” I twist my fingers together, feeling awkward and guilty. He’s not hurt, or at least he’s not thinking about being hurt, but I still feel like I’m being hurtful. Shouldn’t I just say it back if I feel this affection toward him? But he’d know if I was being insincere, or even if I was trying to be sincere but wasn’t actually sure about my feelings. Ugh, this is so hard.

“Shh, it’s okay. You don’t need any more experience. Here.” He takes my hands and unfolds them from each other, then places them under his on his chest. “You feel that? That’s my heart, beating for you.” He takes one of my hands and puts it on my own chest. “We’re in sync, baby. Our hearts already beat together. The stars have known all along that we belong together. Soon enough, your head will circle around the idea enough times to accept the truth as our bodies know it. I’ll be here the whole time, ready to hear the words back when you think they’re right.”

Something melts inside my chest, like I just drank hot chocolate after I had been out in the freezing cold. Logan smiles wider, then pulls me into his arms and just holds me skin to skin. I had forgotten we’re still disheveled- me in my lingerie, ruined coat on the floor, and Logan in his suit, still, with his pants and shirt unbuttoned. “How are we going to get home when neither of us can walk out that door without an indecent exposure arrest?” As much as it unexpectedly turns me on to be wearing so much less than he is, I don’t want to show everything off to his security team.

Logan tosses his head back with a surprised laugh that I feel vibrating through his chest. I resist the urge to smack him, because I’m not joking. He just squeezes me tighter at the thought. “Not to worry, I have an extra shirt and tie for myself in case of wardrobe malfunctions. I’m sure we can get you something semi-respectable thrown together. Here, start with my shirt- didn’t you see something online the other day where you can tie it into a dress or a skirt?” He shrugs out of everything on his top half and hands me his button-down.

After buttoning all the buttons that are still attached, I pull my body through the neck hole and tie the sleeves around me. I guess it almost looks like a strapless dress? The disparity in Logan’s and my height works to where the recycled shirt fits me like a very short dress- just barely longer than my lingerie. I wrap his tie around my waist as a belt, and it actually almost works with my thigh high boots. I’m showing off a lot more of myself than I usually like to, but with the coat back on top, left unbuttoned because there aren’t any now, it almost looks like an outfit someone other than me would wear on purpose.

Logan gives me a slow perusal with his eyes, then takes a deep breath and shakes his head hard. “I think I like that even more than what you arrived in. The smell of us together and your sex hair certainly aren’t helping me out. I should’ve just come home for dinner, no way am I getting anything else done tonight.” He wraps my coat more tightly around me and then grabs his briefcase. “Let’s go home, little mate.” Logan kisses the top of my head before he opens the door for me so I can walk out ahead of him. I don’t even mind the rolled eyes and muffled laughter that follows us out, both from Anna and from the security team by the front door. I’m going home with my mate, my husband, and he loves me.