Logan didn't seem like the gift-giving type, and she was unsure of just how he picked such a beautiful locket for her. Still, she was unsure of how to feel about Wade's words.
The mercenary assured her, the gift-giving would not cease anytime soon.
She liked Logan, really liked him, and didn't want to be rude, but she couldn't just accept a gift like this when she'd done nothing to warrant such a kind gesture.
Growing up, she'd never been spoiled or given gifts, except for the occasional birthday gift from her estranged aunt who'd married rich.
Your aunt's a smart woman.
Her parents had instilled a strong work ethic within the young Martinez girl, teaching her to be self-reliant and hard-working.
She'd never accepted gifts or 'charity' for that reason, she didn't want to feel like she owed anyone.
But, still, things were different with Logan.
He hadn't pushed her, nor had he made any moves that made her uncomfortable, merely keeping physical contact in both public and private very cordial.
His hands never wandering, despite how badly he'd have liked them to.
Spicy, now please, continue.
And so, she'd mentally prepared herself before entering his apartment. She was determined to return his very thoughtful gift, or at least make her stance on expensive gifts clear.
She'd worn jeans for a change, her top glittery and flowy as she knocked on the door.
The door opened slowly, Logan looking down at her with a look she couldn't quite place, his eyes were uncharacteristically soft.
God, he's so fucking whipped.
"Star," He smiled slightly, leaning against the door frame.
"Hi," She looked up at him, through her lashes, temporarily distracted by, well, him.
"Can I come in?"
Shrugging, he opened the door wider, gesturing for her to walk through.
Nodding, she walked in, tugging on the strap of her fuzzy bag.
He walked over to her, closing the distance between them, his large hand coming to rest itself just below her jawline, on the curve of her neck.
