Page 87 of The Lost and the Found

Hayden

Logan wokeme up at six to get ready for school the next morning.

At some point in the night, he must have moved us back to his room, because that was where I woke up, without a stitch of clothing on.

He kissed me awake, his warm body covering mine, protecting me from the cold morning.

My eyes hurt the very moment I opened them to the morning light.

I must have looked a sight. With my hair all over the place—from having slept on it damp—to my swollen eyes and puffy cheeks.

Logan, on the other hand, looked tired but still beautiful.

“You don’t want to be late for school, do you?” he asked, softly placing a kiss on the corner of my lips.

I shook my head and waited for him to move off of me before I sat up. I immediately fell forward on the bed. Logan laughed; I groaned.

If there ever was a time to cut class, it was today. But I couldn’t stay home. I had an exam in one of my morning classes.

“Come on, sleepyhead.” Logan pulled me out of the bed until I was standing in front of him, my eyes still closed.

He kissed my lips. “Go get ready while I cook breakfast. Deal?”

“Okay.”

I waved him off and stumbled my way into the bathroom. It didn’t take me long to get ready for school since I was so used to running around in the morning, trying to make sure I caught my bus on time.

But not this morning.

This morning, I had time for breakfast.

And maybe another kiss.

Considering Logan was still here after my breakdown last night should tell me he was planning on staying for the long-term.

Still, I was embarrassed about how I acted, from when I ran away from the bathtub to falling asleep crying in his arms.

I dreaded each step I took to the kitchen, and when I was finally there, Logan was sitting down at the dining table, sipping his coffee, looking out to the Chicago skyline.

He looked up when he heard me and gave me a warm smile. He patted his lap and I walked over without hesitation, wrapping my arms around his neck as I got myself settled.

Logan leaned forward until his forehead rested against mine and I let out a sigh, taking a sip of his coffee while we watched the sun rise together.

“This is nice,” I said.

“Yeah,” was all I got. I didn’t need to look at him to know he was watching me. “Do you want to talk about last night?”

“I thought we said all we need to say. Why, do you still want to talk about it?”

He caught my earlobe between his teeth, nibbling a little before letting go. “We still have to discuss the car.”

I immediately tensed in his arms. I thought we had settled it. “What about the car?”

“It’s yours, baby. I bought it for you.”

“I can’t accept it. It’s too much.”

He shook his head, a whimsical kind of smile overtaking his face. “If only you knew the kind of car I actually wanted to buy for you, you wouldn’t say that about the Honda.”

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