*~~Chapter One Hundred and Eight~~*

{~~Avery Sterling~~}

I got up from my seat, stretching my bones that had been in one position for far too long. The tension in my back and neck released with a satisfying series of pops, and I let out a small sigh of relief. It was time for a break, and more importantly, it was time to make some lunch for Logan and me. The thought of preparing a meal together brought a smile to my face. There was something incredibly intimate and grounding about cooking with someone you care about. I’m like a queen of romance. I mean I do want him to fall in love with me. Hopelessly.

As I headed to the kitchen, I was pleasantly surprised to hear the soft click of Logan closing his laptop. He rose from his seat and joined me, a playful glint in his eyes. It made me blush, feeling like my heart rate was about to spike up.

"Need any help?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe with a casual, yet inviting, demeanor. His bare muscular arms wrapped above his firm pecs.

"Absolutely," I replied with a grin,