*~~Chapter Ninety-Five~~*

{~~Avery Sterling~~}

Waking up in Logan's arms was blissful. His warmth enveloped me like a protective cocoon, chasing away the remnants of last night's fears and uncertainties, and pleasures. The steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek, the gentle hum of his breath in my ear—it was all I needed to make me feel better. Every worry seemed to melt away as I nestled closer, savoring the rare peace this moment offered.

Throughout the night, I found myself waking up intermittently, driven by an irrational fear that he might have changed his mind. Each time, I would open my eyes to the sight of his serene face, his arms still securely wrapped around me. Relief would wash over me, and I'd drift back to sleep, comforted by his presence. It was almost as if my subconscious couldn't quite believe that this newfound connection was real, and I had to keep reassuring myself that he was still there, holding me close. It's so weird that he hasn't left. That he hasn't cursed me. Last night