Logan Sargent - Fort Loverdale

Cabin (Loagn's POV)

I woke up before the sun, the room still dim with the soft glow of dawn filtering through the curtains. Victoria was curled up next to me, her hair a little messy, her face calm and peaceful in sleep. I couldn't help but stare at her for a while, my heart settling into that slow, steady rhythm that only happens when she's near. The kind of peace you can't buy or fake.

I traced my fingers gently across her arm, careful not to wake her, just appreciating the quiet of the moment. Her lips were slightly parted, and she let out the softest little sigh, like even in her sleep, she was relaxed. A small smile tugged at my lips. If someone had told me a year ago that this would be my life—waking up next to someone like her—I don't think I would've believed them. But now, I couldn't imagine anything else.

I thought about where I wanted to take her today, knowing she'd love it once we got there. Something cozy and quiet, just for us. Carefully, I slid out of bed, not wanting to disturb her. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt, then glanced back at her one more time. She looked too perfect like this—like she belonged in this moment with me forever.

I grabbed my phone and quietly texted Sophie, her best friend, knowing she'd help me out. "What does Victoria like to drink in the morning?" Sophie was quick with a reply: "Matcha. She's obsessed with it."

Of course, she is. It's so her—green tea with a kick of energy, just like she is in the mornings. I smiled to myself and slipped out to get breakfast. I found a little café nearby that did amazing matcha lattes and picked up two, along with some croissants because I knew she'd appreciate something light and sweet to start the day.

When I got back, Victoria was still sleeping, curled up with the covers pulled tight around her like a cocoon. I moved around the room silently, packing my bag first, and then her things. I had to laugh quietly to myself while picking out her outfits—she's got a bit of everything in here: comfy leggings, a stylish dress, and a bunch of hoodies, including one of mine that she refuses to give back.

Once I had everything packed, I crept back over to her side of the bed and knelt down, brushing her hair gently off her face. "Hey, sleepyhead," I whispered, my voice soft. "Time to wake up."

She stirred slowly, blinking up at me with that adorable dazed expression she gets when she first wakes up. "Mmm... what time is it?" Her voice was still thick with sleep, and she rubbed her eyes before squinting at the soft light coming through the window.

"Still early, but I've got a plan for today." I grinned as I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her stretch out her arms with a little yawn. "We need to hit the road soon."

She gave me a sleepy, skeptical smile, sitting up and glancing around the room. "You packed already?" she asked, noticing the bags stacked neatly near the door.

"Yours too," I replied, smirking.

Her eyes widened a bit. "You packed my bag?" She raised an eyebrow, playful disbelief coloring her voice. "I'm impressed."

"I know you too well at this point," I teased, holding up one of the matcha lattes. "Figured I'd spoil you a little."

She took the cup from me, her fingers brushing against mine in that small, intimate way that always made my heart skip a beat. "Okay, now you're really spoiling me," she murmured with a soft smile, taking a sip and letting out a contented hum. "Mmm, this is perfect."

"Wait 'til you see what I've got planned for the rest of the day," I said, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

We spent the next half-hour getting ready together. She chose those leggings that hug her in all the right places, paired with one of her oversized sweaters that looked both comfy and cute. Meanwhile, I kept it simple—jeans and a t-shirt with my favorite jacket thrown over it. We made quick work of the rest of our morning routine, sharing the bathroom mirror, and playfully jostling for space.