77. 104TH Floor

Charlotte’s POV

I'm lost for words because all I could think about was him. I put Logan's head between my legs and he fell asleep peacefully. I felt bad for him because he tried to keep me safe today and put his life in danger rather than me.

I stroked his head, and stared at his gorgeous face, and traced every part of his face, then planted soft kisses on his forehead, whispering, “I love you…” yes, I love this man—a lot.

He opened his eyes, “I heard you.”

I laughed, “Can you just close your eyes, and sleep? Or you’re just pretending that you’re sleeping so that you could hear me.”

He touched my hand, and opened his sleepy eyes, “I love hearing your voice, honey. I love you for who you are, and I don’t care if you’re Fabian’s daughter. You are mine.”

And that made me bite my lower lip, and dipped down to kiss his lips tenderly, he whispered, “Happy birthday….”

I giggled as he said that. “You’re funny.”

He replied, “You’re beautiful.”

After a few hours, we arrived back in New Y