Just friends? Pfft. Yeah, right.

Chapter 33

Chapter 33

I lay in bed, curled up in Logan’s arms. He was still asleep, long lashes brushing his cheeks. He looked so peaceful, like a young child. A lock of dark hair fell across his forehead and I reached out tentatively, brushing it back. He stirred but did not wake.

Last night, Logan had been tired when he came over. We were supposed to go to dinner but I knew he was beat. So, I had pretended to have cramps and we stayed in. Kayla was spending her weekend at Robert’s lakehouse anyway. We stayed in my bed, watching chick flicks and laughing with each other. It did not take long before he passed out. I had watched him for hours before my eyes grew heavy.

Usually, he would be the first to be awake, watching me silently. This morning, I was the first. Knowing he would be hungry, I silently slipped out from bed and went to make some breakfast in the kitchen. I wanted it to be special. It was not that it was the first time he had slept over. I just wanted him to know that I really cared about him.

There were oranges which I made into juice. I got myself burned twice while making grilled cheese. The bacon looked a little overcooked and I contemplated re-doing it. After being satisfied with my effort, I placed the food and drinks on a tray and brought it into my room. Logan was still asleep, looking incredibly adorable.

Placing the tray on my bedside table, I slipped under the blanket and wrapped my arms around his torso. I had taken his shirt off last night so that he would be more comfortable but I left his pants on. I grazed my nails lightly on his back, urging him to wake up. He made a low groan but did not wake up. Reaching up, I placed light kisses on his neck. I smiled when I felt his arms wrap themselves around me.

I lifted my head to look into his face and saw a pair of heavy-lidded eyes looking back at me. “Good morning, handsome.”

Logan smiled and pulled me to him, brushing my hair back. “Morning, beautiful. You’re up early.”

“It’s ten. I thought about letting you sleep in but I got too excited,” I admitted, kissing his cheeks and nose.

He chuckled, his chest vibrating. “Too excited?”

“I made you breakfast,” I told him, pulling out of his arms and fetching the tray from beside my bed.

Logan groaned as he turned to lean on his elbow. His blue eyes widened at the array of food and a tender look passed over his face. I carefully placed on the bed as Logan sat up to give me space. I climbed onto the bed and folded my legs under me, watching him.

“You made all this?” he asked, awed.

I nodded, grinning. “I figured you might be hungry.”

“You figured right,” he said, pulling me to him. “No one’s ever made me breakfast before.”

I looked at him, frowning slightly. “Not even your mom?”

His eyes clouded and he stroked my arm. “My mother died when I was one and my step mother never liked me.”

The pain in his eyes tore at my heart. I moved closer to him and kissed his hand tenderly, smiling kindly at him. “Well, here’s my gift to you.”

“It’s a wonderful gift, Julia,” he murmured, his voice thick and raspy. His eyes shone as I beamed up at him. “You’re a wonderful gift.”

I blushed as my stomach fluttered. I reached out for the sausage and cut a small piece to feed Logan. He laughed softly and took the bite.

“So, I saw the tattoo on your back,” I remarked, wanting to lighten the mood. “When I was taking your shirt off.”