Protect My Heart

Chapter 31

Clover

The run of the shower woke me up and I rolled out of bed to join him. One thought in my head: why's he up? I could've fallen to my knees at the sight of him: hands braced on the wall with his head between, the water trickling down his scarred back. He looked to be in hollow grief.

His muscles strained when I pushed my front to his back, arms circling his stomach, cheek pressed to his skin.

"You should be sleeping,"

I shook my head, tightening my grip. I couldn't let him stay alone. He wouldn't be alone again. "No. Not without you. Besides, you should be in bed with me."

"I couldn't sleep. I can't, knowing Jackson is out there. I'm scared of what he might to when he finds out about tonight."

His burdens troubled me, and I wished to be there for him through thick and thin, but would he let me in?

"He won't. I promise he won't." I kissed his back. "Logan, it will all be okay." Then I spun him around to touch his face. "Hey, it's going to be okay. You and I, we will both be fine. It's you and me against the world."

Water sprayed over us, soaking us, representing our grief, our fears. "I can't shut away these feelings. I can't let anything happen to you."

"We're here after years apart. We haven't had a moment like this in years, so tell me there's a part of you that thinks we deserve this, that it was reserved for us. We got this because even the world knows we deserve it."

"This is destiny, huh? The world wants us to be together."

I nodded, my lips lingering on his jaw. "Not just the world, but me and you. You're my destiny, Logan, haven't you realized that already?"

"I love you," he whispered, backing us out of the shower. "Let me show you just how much."

He smothered my giggle by shoving me on the bed and kissing me hard on the mouth, our wet bodies tangling together. "Logan, damnit. You're ruining the sheets."

"We already ruined the sheets hours ago. Now let's make love."

In the morning, at ten forty-three, I awoke in a daze, on cloud nine, surrounded by my beautiful husband. Asleep next to me after months of longing and it was worth it. He was worth it. I buried my face in his neck, joyed to be surrounded by him. It was as if he couldn't let me go and I couldn't blame him.

"You know, if you want to kiss me then you don't even have to ask."

Gosh, his morning voice is so hot.

"Nuh-uh. Morning breath."

Logan brought me to his chest, his chin tucked against the top of my head. His skin on fire, basked in the sunlight that streamed in from the window. "Stop lying. I know you kiss me all the time when I'm sleeping."

"Shut up. I can't help it that you're hot. I love your morning voice."

"You're always trying to suck up to me," he murmured. "You want to do it physically too?"

I stopped, lifting myself up on my arms to see his face. He licked his lips, checking the region below his hips while I slid down. "I do want you in my mouth. I miss you being rough with me."

The covers skidded away, my mouth inches from his long –

Before the door burst open.

"Okay, Midge, I know you are mad at him, but – Oh, my God!"

Logan quickly dragged me up his body, covering us both with the sheet. Mason stood in the doorway, green eyes big and round. He'd obviously caught us in a naughty act.