Page 127 of The Things That Hold Us

When he doesn't answer me, I push again.

“Logan.”

His eyes meet mine, and there's something new there. Something he hasn't let me see since that night in his truck.

“Because I love you, dammit.” he says, and my heart skips a beat.

“I have loved you. And I’ll never stop loving you, Charlie.”

I suck in a breath that feels impossible.

“My life has felt complete since that day I saw you in your shop. And I know I don't talk about it enough, but I was a mess. I was struggling. With losing Matty, and being back in the regular world. I lost everything in an instant.” his hand comes up to cup my face, “And then I saw you. Your smile and your laugh washed all my pain away.”

A tear slides down my cheek, and he brushes it away with his thumb.

“I love you, Charlie girl.” he pauses, “If you would just let me love you.”

A sob escapes me, and I quickly sniffle, trying to compose myself enough so I can actually form words.

“Logan..” I whisper.

“Charlie.” he whispers, his breath warming my face and sending goosebumps over my body.

Taking in a shaky breath, I meet his eyes, and I see it.

I see my home.

“You feel like home.” my voice cracks, and my heart feels like it might jump out of my chest.

He leans his forehead against mine, his hands on either side of my face.

“Then come home, Charlie girl.”

His lips crash into mine before I can get any words out, and I moan into him. I didn't even get to tell him how I feel, but right now I don't care. I just need to feel him. I need to touch him and be as close as I can get to him.

Logan lifts me back up, and carries me to my shop. The door is standing open, and all of the lights are still on.

He quickly kicks the back of the door with his foot, and hits the light switch.

“Charlie.” he whispers against my lips.

Not a question.

A plea.

“Logan.” I murmur back, just before his lips are back on mine.

He slowly lowers us both to the floor, his lips greedy.

He trails kisses down my neck, his mouth warming me as it goes.

I arch into him, needing more.

His kiss is rough and needy. I feel his hands move down my body, sliding my leggings and underwear off, and I quickly kick my shoes to the side. I’m cold from the rain, but his body warms me.

Unbuckling his pants, he slides them down, never once taking his lips from mine.

Once his pants are off, he wastes no time.

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