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“Whichever is quickest because all I want to eat is you.”

“Fucking hell, Logan,” I whispered, and he shrugged.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’d eat that food out of a tramp's shoe if it meantwecould crack on.”

“Here’s me thinking you might want some conversation,” I teased as he studied me, his finger turning my chin towards him.

“That I’m not as good at,” he admitted, and I turned to him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“I’ll help you.”

“Of course, you will,” he said, shaking his head as he crashed his lips against mine.

Logan Zander has me. Hook, line, and sinker.

Chapter Twenty-Four

LOGAN

Waking up with Jessica feels weird.

Good weird, but still.Weird.

Her eyelashes rested on her cheeks, and my arms wrapped around her as she shifted against me, pushing her bum against my crotch.

Not helpful.

Her room was dark and cosy, the far wall lit up by tiny fairy lights that gave off a soft glow, illuminating the rack of clothes beside it.

“You’re still here,” Jessica murmured, twisting around in my arms to face me.

“Of course, I’m still here,” I said, staring at her. “Who the fuck would leaveyou?”

She laughed, biting her lip as she gazed at me shyly.

“So last night…” she began, already analysing shit like women always did.

“Was good, right?” I finished for her, my fingers tracing down her arm as she frowned.

“Well, I’d have saidinsane, but let’s go with good.”

“Have I offended you?” I asked, and she shook her head.

“No, it takes a bit more than that to offend me.”

“I’m usually flawless at fucking people off.” I laughed, resting my head back on the pillow as she lifted up onto her elbow, her jet-black hair falling over her shoulders. Her eyes entranced me, but she distracted me by leaning forward to kiss me with those super-soft lips.

“Yeah, I kinda gathered that.”

There was a comfortable silence, her fingers trailing down my stomach as she traced the faint outline of my bruises.

“Tell me about the fighting.”

“What about it?” I said, wondering what Ellie had told her.

“Why do you do it?”

How could I expect her to understand why I fight?

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