LOGAN'S POV The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains in soft gold strips, catching on the edge of Raven’s hair as she stirred against me. My chest felt impossibly full, the steady rise and fall of her breathing against my own like a rhythm I wanted to have injected into my veins.I brushed a hand over her hair, tucking it behind her ear, and felt her shift into my arms, letting out a small, contented sigh.“You’re warm,” I murmured, more to myself than to her.“Mm,” she hummed, nuzzling into my chest and throwing a leg over mine. Her fingers found my side and flexed, curling against my ribs, and I swore my heart stuttered to a stop.I leaned down, brushing my lips against her forehead, then her temple, careful not to disturb the fragile quiet. Our lips met softly, a tentative, teasing connection, like we were testing boundaries even though there weren’t any.“Logan…” her voice was a whisper, almost shy, and it drew me closer.I smiled against her mouth and whispered back, “
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