*~~Chapter Ninety-Two~~*

{~~Avery Sterling~~}

He was ravenous, but after dinner and a nap, Logan seemed to be a regular guy again. The transformation from the tense, almost feral state he was in before to the calm, composed man I knew was remarkable. So, we dressed in our bathing suits and went out to the docks to talk. The cool evening air brushed against our skin, promising a peaceful night ahead. This technically wasn’t a lake. The streams were clear, and I could hear a waterfall only a few miles to the east, its distant roar a comforting backdrop to our evening.

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow across the water that shimmered like liquid fire. It was a sight straight out of a romantic painting, the kind that takes your breath away and makes you forget everything else. But tonight, it wasn’t just the scenery that had me mesmerized. The realization that Logan was going to try to make this work, that he was serious about us, made me let my guard down a little. For the first time in a long while, I