Il suo zaffiro

chapter 9

MATURE CONTENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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After my rough night at the restaurant, returning home felt like a relief. The tension in the car was thick, but as soon as we stepped inside, the warm, familiar scent of Sara's cooking began to ease my nerves.

Sara greeted us immediately, her eyes flicking between Logan and me. "You're back early. Did something go wrong?" she asked, concern lacing her voice.

I nodded, feeling the weight of the evening press down on me again. But before I could dwell on it, Sara smiled brightly and held out a small, wrapped box. "Happy birthday, Sapphire," she said warmly.

The unexpected gesture made my heart swell. I squealed with delight, hugging her tightly and kissing her cheek. Sara had become like a mother to me, a comforting presence in this chaotic world.

"Where's Logan?" Sara asked, glancing around as if expecting him to appear.

I shrugged. "I'm not sure. He was still upset when we got home."

Sara sighed but didn't press further. "Oh well, he should have been here to help you cut the cake," she said as she guided me into the dining room.

My eyes widened as I saw the massive cake sitting on the table. "Wow, that cake is the biggest I've ever seen!" I gasped, genuinely surprised.

Sara chuckled, clearly pleased with my reaction. "Did you make this?" I asked, turning to her.

She nodded with a proud smile. "I did. I wanted to make something special for you."

I grinned, feeling incredibly touched. "Thank you, Sara. You're the best."
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As I finished cutting the cake, I decided to take a bath, hoping it would help me relax. Afterward, I got dressed and headed downstairs to find Logan. I wanted to let him know that if he wanted his cake, it was in the fridge. As I walked into the living room, I spotted him lying on the couch. His face was turned towards me, his hand resting on his forehead. He looked so peaceful, and I couldn't help but smile as I crouched down in front of him.

Logan was shirtless, only wearing a pair of sweatpants, and the sight of his muscular chest made my heart skip a beat. He looked so effortlessly hot that I found myself biting my lip. I reached out, my fingers hovering just above his chest, but then I hesitated and pulled back.

"Sapphire, what are you doing?" I scolded myself silently. "Are you crazy? Let the man sleep. What if he catches you? He'll get angry."

But as I looked up at his face, my resolve weakened. His lips looked so tempting, and before I knew it, I was leaning forward, my lips parting in anticipation. I couldn't stop myself; I wanted to kiss him so badly. I placed my hand on his cheek, and when he didn't stir, I pressed my lips against his.

His lips were warm, soft, and the sensation sent a shiver down my spine. It felt like paradise. But I quickly pulled away, not wanting to wake him. I was about to slip away when his hand shot out and grabbed my arm. I gasped as he pulled me down onto his chest.