*~~Chapter One Hundred and Eleven~~*

{~~Avery Sterling~~}

I slept for a while on Logan's chest, the most comfortable place in the world. His steady heartbeat was my lullaby, and the warmth of his embrace was my cocoon. I was in a deep, dreamless sleep, cocooned in his arms, completely oblivious to the world outside. Hours seemed to pass by in mere minutes, and I only woke up when the rain began to slow down and he gently nudged me awake.

It felt like we had been there for ages, wrapped up in each other’s warmth while the storm raged outside. A simple check to my phone... my phone! Where was my phone? Panic surged through me as I frantically patted my pockets and rummaged through my bag. "Crap, Logan, we have to go back to the hospital. I can't find my phone."

He glanced at me with a calm demeanor that I envied. "It's in your bag. I saw you place it in."

I mouthed an "O," feeling sheepish. I hadn't expected that. Sighing with relief, I thanked him, grateful for his attention to detail. I just wanted to sleep, to sink back