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He slows, emptying himself inside me; and I sag into the bed, completely spent.

Logan lays his forehead against mine, breathing deeply.

I look into his eyes, feeling my chest tighten.

It scares me how much I like him.

How good this feels.

And I don’t just mean the sex, I mean him, being with him.

He feels..

He feels like home. He gives me the feeling Sage Valley does.

Maybe, if I stay by his side, I’ll always feel like I’m home.

Chapter Twenty Five

notes

I’m laying with my head on Logan's chest with my eyes closed, my leg draped over his, tracing idle circles on his stomach.

It’s close to 1 in the morning now, but I don’t see sleep coming just yet. I'm high on him, and I want to memorize every detail of his body.

I feel Logan shift under me, then he says, “What made you ask if I ever want to start over?”

Sighing I say, “I’ve felt so...at peace; every time I’ve been in Sage Valley. I just feel this calm wash over me.” I pause, not wanting to say this out loud.

“What if my time here has expired?” I ask, instantly feeling horrible for even thinking that. Logan stays quiet, and I know he’s letting me process.

“There’s nothing wrong with that, Charlie. People grow. People change. There's nothing wrong with needing something new.”

I know he’s right, but that doesn't help me feel any better.

“Are you thinking about moving? Or?” he asks me, and I feel my heart tighten.

This apartment has been my home for a year now, and I don't have any deep attachment to it.

Sam never saw it. He never stepped foot in here.

In fact no man has.

Until Logan.

“I don't know what I’m thinking.” I admit. Then add, “I just feel like this isn't my home anymore. And I hate that I’m feeling this way.”

I look up at Logan, and find his eyes full of understanding.

I know he knows what I’m going through, because he doesn't have a place of his own, which I know bothers him, too..

“Don't feel guilty about wanting something new. Home is not a place, or a building. Home is wherever your heart feels the most at peace.”

He smiles, showing those dimples, and my chest aches.

He plants a soft kiss on my lips, and I feel myself melt into him, giving myself over completely.

Our bodies mold into one, tangled in each other's arms and legs and tongues, until we both fall asleep.

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