Only one

Morning in Paris

The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains of their Parisian hotel room, casting a gentle glow over the peaceful scene. Kendall lay nestled against Logan, his arms wrapped securely around Logan's waist. The warmth and comfort of their private retreat made waking up in each other's arms a cherished start to the day.

Logan stirred gently, a tender smile on his lips as he watched Kendall sleep. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Kendall's cheek, then another on his forehead. The gentle touches were enough to rouse Kendall from his slumber.

Kendall blinked awake, a content smile spreading across his face as he felt Logan's lips on his skin. He looked up at Logan, his eyes meeting his with a look of sleepy affection. "Good morning," Kendall murmured, his voice hushed with the lingering drowsiness of sleep.

Logan smiled warmly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Kendall's face. "Good morning, love. I wanted to wake you up gently. We've got to get ready to leave soon."

Kendall stretched slightly, his arms tightening around Logan's waist. "I love waking up this way," he said, his voice soft and filled with tenderness. "It's the best way to start the day."

Logan leaned in and whispered, "I love you, Kendall."

Kendall's heart swelled at the words. He looked into Logan's eyes, his expression earnest. "I need you," he said softly. "You're my only one."

Logan's smile grew, his eyes full of affection as he kissed Kendall's forehead once more. "I'm right here, always."

They spent a few more moments wrapped in each other's arms before Logan nudged Kendall gently. "Let's have some breakfast. I brought us croissants and strawberries."

Kendall's face lit up at the mention of food, and he sat up with a stretch. Logan handed him a plate of fresh croissants and a bowl of ripe strawberries, arranging them neatly on a tray. They shared the meal in bed, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other's company along with the delicious treats.

As they finished, Logan leaned in and kissed Kendall softly. "You taste sweet," he said with a playful grin.

Kendall laughed softly, the joy of the morning evident in his eyes. "You always know how to make me smile."

After their breakfast, they began packing up their belongings. Logan carefully picked up the bouquet of French irises Kendall had given him the night before. He smiled at the beautiful flowers before tossing the empty wine bottle into the trash.

Aware of the need for discretion, Kendall and Logan prepared to leave separately. Logan took his luggage and the bouquet, and with a final glance at Kendall, he made his way to the hotel's lobby.

As he stepped out, Logan greeted the waiting fans with a warm smile and a wave. He carried his luggage and the flowers with him, putting on a friendly, approachable demeanor. The fans, excited by the sight of the band members, eagerly reached out for autographs and photos.

Logan made his way through the crowd, keeping his interactions genuine but brief. He wanted to ensure everything appeared normal and professional. Once he reached the tour bus, he boarded as the last member, carefully avoiding any signs of the private moments he and Kendall had shared.

Meanwhile, Kendall exited the hotel a short while later, blending in with the other band members to keep their relationship a secret. As he walked toward the bus, he took a moment to glance back at the hotel, the memory of their morning together lingering warmly in his mind.

Logan, now inside the tour bus, set his luggage down and placed the bouquet of irises in a vase, a small token of their time in Paris. He then took a deep breath, feeling the comforting familiarity of the bus as it prepared to head to the next destination: Italy.

As the bus pulled away from the hotel, Logan cast one last look at the city they were leaving behind. The bustling streets and excited fans became a distant blur as they set off for their next adventure, the memories of Paris and their private moments together tucked away in their hearts.