Page 105 of The Lost and the Found

I nodded.

His eyes took on a glimmer of amusement. “Can you speak?”

I shrugged, and his smile widened.

“I love you,” he said, and my eyes softened.

I blinked. “I love you, too.”

“Good. Now get ready for school, baby. I know you don’t want to be late.” He moved off of me and I instantly missed his body heat.

School. That just sounded so normal, when what we’d just done felt so momentous. And I might love Logan even more for that. Normal was what I needed.

I needed my structure. My constant. And Logan was giving me that.

To know that nothing had changed between us, and that my plan was still in place. That it didn’t take a backseat because I fell in love with Logan. He stood at the foot of the bed, a soft smile on his face while he watched me.

When I finally climbed off, my legs were shaky, and my muscles ached. I had forgotten how strenuous sex could be. And sex with Logan was something else entirely.

Logan walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, hauling me closer to him.

“Okay?” he asked, softly planting a swift kissed on my forehead, my temple, my head.

“Yeah. I think so.”

“Are you sore?”

“Just a little bit.” But I was sure it would be worse later. Now, it was just a small ache. Nothing I couldn’t handle.

We both looked to the bed at the same time. From the rumpled blankets, most of them on the floor, to the crinkled white sheets. There was no mistaking what we had just done, and all I could really think about was when we could do that again.

I knew I was blushing when I felt his eyes on me.

Logan tightened his arms around me when I buried my face in his chest.

“Hey, baby. You know there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, right?”

“Right.” My voice sounded unsure, even to my own ears. I might know that, but it didn’t mean I wasn’t embarrassed about it. I didn’t even know why I was embarrassed over this. Perhaps because we waited so long to actually do the deed.

If there was ever time that I felt naïve, it was now.

And that wasn’t me.

I wasn’t a blushing kind of girl. At least I wasn’t before Logan. I was so desensitized to all the things most people would turn their head away from in disgust, I often wondered if there was something wrong with me.

And now…

Well, now I felt weird. As if I had been unmasked in some way. I didn’t like it.

I pulled away and shot him a shy smile. I almost wanted to dig a hole big enough to bury myself in. I was not shy. Reserved and cold, yes…

But shy?

Damn you, Logan Cross.

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