*~~Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Three~~*

{~~Avery Sterling~~}

“Wanna wear my t-shirt to sleep?” Logan asked, his voice low and a little rough as I lay beside him, already thinking about us tangled in the cool sheets. The thought alone made my pulse quicken.

“Sure,” I answered, a teasing smile playing on my lips. The way he side-eyed me told me he could sense I was up to something, that I was planning more than just sleep. The room was warm, the air heavy with the scent of his cologne and the heat we both carried from the day. Logan reached for one of his large black hoodies, his movements slow and deliberate.

“No shirt?” I raised an eyebrow, half-expecting the t-shirt he’d mentioned.

“Nah, I think you’d look better in this,” he said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he handed me the hoodie.

I slipped it on, the fabric is soft and enveloping, swallowing me in the scent of him. We climbed into bed and the quiet comfort of being together settled over us like a blanket. I wrapped my arms around him, drawing him clo