Page 131 of The Lost and the Found

Since Logan, I was free.

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We drove homein a flurry of snow. It wasn’t coming down as hard, but I knew by tomorrow morning all of Chicago would be covered in a blanket of white snow. The brutal winter was making its last hurrah before spring arrived, and in the worse way possible.

It wasn’t uncommon to get snow at the beginning of spring, but this was dreadful. I was really looking forward to the nice weather so I could take the car out again.

Logan parked in his usual spot in the parking garage and I shot the Honda a look with something I was sure was akin to yearning. There was no way I would take that car out now. At least not until they plowed the streets and the ice melted substantially.

It looked like Logan was back to being my personal chauffeur, and I didn’t know how he felt about it. He said he didn’t mind, but was that really the case?

Logan grabbed my hand when I met him at the back of the car, his eyes following my gaze. “Don’t worry. By this time next year, you’ll be driving in the snow like a pro.”

“You really think so?” I asked. The snow scared me. I hated how an impending snowstorm before meant that I wouldn’t be warm for a while. Now, it meant I couldn’t drive. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had played in the snow. When I was ten, perhaps?

“Hey, can we go to the park?” I asked, my grip tightening around Logan’s hand.

He raised an eyebrow. “The park?”

“Yeah, I saw one a block from here. I’m sure it wouldn’t take long to walk there.”

He paused, taking me in. “Okay. But it’s a little cold outside. Don’t you want to go and grab your gloves upstairs?”

“Oh. Good idea.” I led Logan to the elevator, catching the end of his amused smile before the doors slid open and we got on.

We spent the rest of the afternoon in the snow. We did all the things I did as a child with my mom, and I couldn’t remember the last time I laughed so hard. We made snow angels side by side, the shape of it showing the difference in our size quite obviously. I frowned down at my smaller snow angel, looking infinitely fragile next to his. Then Logan came up to me, took one look at it, and murmured, “Cute,” placing a chaste kiss on my temple, and I couldn’t help but smile.

After that, we tried to build a snowman, but that was an epic failure, and I swore it was easier when I was a kid.

When Logan poked fun at the lump of snow I tried to smooth out into a ball, I threw it at his face. That escalated into a full-blown snowball fight, with me getting most of the snow in my face.

By the time we decided to go back home, I was wet and shivering, but I was smiling. Logan pulled me closer, and I let him lead us back, not caring too much about the direction we were going, even with the snow falling down faster and harder than before.

The elevator opened to our apartment, and Logan helped me remove my gloves, scarf, knitted hat, and coat. I stood there and watched him silently, as he threw my stuff on the couch, his eyes never leaving mine.

“What do you want to do next?” he asked.

I walked over to where he stood, moving my hands to the zipper of his coat and pulling it down. His lips curved up slightly, but he didn’t say anything while I removed his gloves, his coat, then the black thermal shirt that he loved to wear. I threw that on the couch, on top of my stuff, and then ran the palms of my hands over his bare chest, his shoulders, his waist… his abs. I couldn’t get enough of him. Never enough.

“Something new,” I answered.

“Oh, yeah?”

I smiled, showing teeth. “Yeah. Any objections?”

He waved his hand casually in front of him. “I am yours to do with as you wish.”

I hummed my approval. “Perfect.”

I grabbed Logan’s hand and led him to our bedroom. It still felt weird to refer to this bedroom as half mine, but I was slowly getting used to it.

We stood at the foot of the bed, Logan taking me in with that intense look that had always gotten me hot and bothered.

I moved forward, wrapping my arms around his neck and hoisting myself up so that I could capture his lips in mine. He groaned into my mouth, letting me control the kiss any way I wanted. And I wanted to go slow. His hands moved down to my waist, bunching up the fabric of my shirt, bringing me closer to him.

I moved back a little, playing with the hair by his neck. His hair had gotten so long since we met. The length made him look not so intimidating. At least, not to me.

“I want to taste you,” I said, and I pushed my hips closer to him to let him know exactly where I wanted to taste him.

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