Chapter 51: LOGAN

"You missed me?" I played with the hair around her face. At times like this, when the need had been fed, and I could think clearly again, the love I had for her would rise up inside me and choke the shit outta me. "I always miss you, Logan."

And then she says something like that, or something equally sweet, and I want to give her the fucking world. I hate getting sappy and shit, but it makes her eyes light up when I make an ass of myself, and after last night I figure now was as good a time as any to act like a damn sap.