Wish Upon A Sunset

Wilted & Undone

Emma

I blinked open my eyes, the soft morning light filtering through my eyelashes. I experienced a moment of disorientation, not recognizing my surroundings. Then it all came flooding back - the field, the truck bed, the stars... and Logan.

I gradually became aware of his arms around me, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath my cheek. The events of last night repeated themselves in my thoughts, bringing a smile to my face and a blush to my cheeks.

Even now, my lips tingle from the reminder of Logan's touch, a contented sigh escaping my lips as the memory of the kiss played over and over in my mind. It had been unlike anything I'd ever experienced before - tender yet passionate, gentle but intense. The manner in which Logan had taken his time, exploring and savoring every moment, made me feel cherished and desired in a way I never had before.

His lips had been so soft against mine, and the feeling of his tongue tangling with my own sent shivers down my spine even now. The memory of his fingers threading through my hair, holding me close, made my skin flush with heat. I marveled at how perfectly we had fit together, how natural it felt to be in his arms.

Gazing up at the morning sky, I found myself overwhelmed with gratitude for Logan's thoughtfulness. The field of dandelions had been magical enough, but this - the cozy nook he'd created in the back of the truck, complete with soft blankets and twinkling fairy lights - it was like something out of a dream. I'd never felt so cared for, so seen. And that he'd remembered my favorite author and brought a book for us to read together profoundly touched me.

Logan had crafted a perfect moment, one that felt both exciting and safe, passionate and tender, and as I snuggled closer to him, breathing in his comforting scent, I knew that this night, this kiss, would etch itself in my memory forever.

Despite the peacefulness of the moment, however, my mind replayed the events of the past few days. Arlo holding up the market. Arlo trying to murder Logan. His confession. And then this magical night. It felt surreal; the weight lifting off my shoulders, like I was living in a romance novel.

I shifted, careful not to wake him, and looked up at his face.

He appeared so peaceful in sleep, the usual furrow between his brows smoothed out. His beard seemed longer today, accentuating his rugged look that made my heart skip a beat. I resisted the urge to run my fingers along his jaw, not wanting to disturb him.

However, as if sensing my gaze, Logan's eyes fluttered open. He looked down at me, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Morning," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.

"Morning," I replied, smiling in return. "Please tell me this wasn't all a dream."

Logan chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "If it is, I don't want to wake up."

We lay there for a few minutes more, neither of us wanting to move. The world was coming to life - birds chirping their morning songs, a gentle breeze rustling through the grass. The air was crisp and cool, carrying the scent of dew-covered flowers.

"We should probably get up," Logan said reluctantly, breaking into my thoughts.

My sigh was more dramatic than I intended, but it suited my feelings. "Do we have to? Can't we just stay here forever?"

He laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "As tempting as that sounds, I think we might get hungry eventually. Plus, I'm not sure how well morning dew works as a shower substitute."

I snorted, picturing him rubbing flowers all over his body. My amusement faded when I remembered our kiss last night-the best kiss I'd ever had- and other images filled my head instead. My cheeks heated. "Fair point. Though I have to say, you pull off the rugged, slept under-the-stars look pretty well."