Page 134 of That Last Secret

I need to learn to let that go with Logan.

“I’m sorry, Logan.”

He reaches up to brush a strand of my curled hair away from my face. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. It’s just… better if we don’t tell them yet.”

I want to scream those three words right now.

I want to tell him I can’t wait for everyone to know I love this man.

His heart.

His mind.

Who he is as a person.

“Do you want to stay at my place tonight?” I ask him.

“Like you even have to ask.”

The rumblingthunder wakes me out of a dead sleep.

Even with Emiline’s warm body connected with mine, I had trouble falling asleep replaying everything from last night in my head. I wanted her to tell her brother’s. I wanted us to be out in the open. But at the same time, my head was filled with thoughts of the truth being out there. The damage it could cause for both of us.

I’m not ready for it yet.

I’m not ready for the commitment as much as I love waking up next to her.

My brain wouldn’t stop thinking about what my future looks like as I laid there with her in my arms. I should want this. I should want to love her and be loved by her.

I fucking hate that I’m not wired for that.

I look at the clock on Emiline’s nightstand and see it’s already nine in the morning. I turn to find her sleeping soundly next tome. Her hair fanned across the pillow, her lips slightly parted, and the blankets curled under her neck.

I lean down and press a kiss on her forehead. She stirs under my touch, her sleepy eyes barely opening.

“Good morning,” she says groggily.

“Good morning.” I press a kiss to her lips. “I’m sorry to wake you up. The thunder woke me up, and you looked so peaceful. I need my lips on you.”

Her hands come out from under the covers, and she wraps them around my neck, pulling me into her for a searing kiss.

“I want to stay here in bed all day.” She smiles against my lips.

“You can and you should,” I tell her. “You work tonight.”

“I don’t want to,” she whines.

“You’re almost done with your shifts as a patient care associate. You’re almost ready to be a nurse.”

“I’m not ready to become a grown-up in nursing.”

I laugh at her. “Yes, you are.”

I give her one more kiss before I throw the covers off and get out of bed.

“What are your plans for today?” she asks.

I find my shorts on the ground and put them on. “I’m going to meet up with Silas at the gym in a little bit. He’s probably already there waiting for me knowing him.”

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