Make love to me

Aimee's P.O.V

It was dark when I stirred awake. Not the bright light of morning but the soft dewy darkness of dawn.

Slowly, I sat up from the bed, my eyes getting accustomed to the low light. Black and gold sheets. I was In Alpha Logan's room. Yawning, I remembered that he tucked me in and stretched his full length right next to me, as if he I would get up in the middle of sleep to sneak off to the bathroom once again. Sometime during the night, he'd shifted or maybe I shifted but he was now lying on his back, face up.

Shifting onto my side, I realized I'd never watched Logan sleep. We were always too worn after sex and he woke up before me.

His lashes were so long that they almost fanned his cheekbone, creating tiny shadows over them. I realized as I turned to look at him. The hard lines that seemed to be etched on his face were suddenly nonexistent and Logan looked younger, almost boyish.

Seeing the peace that seemed to emit from him, I realized how stressed he was. The burden he