Logan held me tighter as his spirit danced with mine.
“Five, four, three, two…”
Logan mouthed the last,One.
“Happy New Year, Little Star.”
I pressed my face into the warmth of his neck. “It’s not just happy, Logan. It’s every wish I’ve ever made.”
FORTY-THREE
LOGAN
Morning lightslowly brought me to consciousness. I was face down on my stomach, one cheek buried in a plush pillow and the blankets pushed around my waist. Glittering rays streamed through the window and illuminated the room in dancing golds and sparkling gems.
Or maybe I just felt like a motherfucking king.
I flopped onto my back and listened to the sounds echoing through the walls. A smile stretched wide as I heard the clattering of pans and the subdued pat of her bare feet.
The girl was a song that whispered in my ear and lured me to standing.
I shuffled into the bathroom, took a piss, and brushed my teeth before I tugged on a pair of sweatpants.
The whole time, I could feel her moving through the apartment.
This girl my destiny.
I sensed her like a tie in my being that could never be undone.
Quietly, I edged out of the bedroom. I stopped outside the door to take in the sight.
Aster was there, in the kitchen. She was barefoot and wearing the same button up I’d worn last night. She had the sleeves rolled up, the fabric swallowing her frame in the most exquisite of ways, hitting her right above those lush, gorgeous thighs.
Dark brown hair was piled in a wild knot, and there was a fresh dusting of flour on her cheek.
So fucking pretty.
So fucking right.
I could see the etching of a smile tug at the corner of her mouth while she whipped something in a bowl. “Are you just going to stand there and stare all day?”
Her voice was light, full of wonder and a tease.
My chest panged, and I leaned a shoulder against the wall and stuffed my hands into the pockets of my sweats. “Seems like a pretty good way to spend New Year’s Day to me.”
“Why only look when you can touch?” She tossed it out with a slight shrug, pure seduction and ease.
A rough chuckle scraped up my throat, and I strode that way, every step tightening the muscles in my abdomen, my mouth watering for a taste.
I wound myself around her from behind, loving the way she felt, the way she sank back and let go of a satisfied breath.
“Happy New Years, baby,” I murmured as we began to slowly sway.
“I can’t believe I’m here with you, celebrating the New Year.”
I glanced at her ring that glinted in the rays of morning light. My chest expanded in a possessive beat. I pushed my nose into the hair behind her ear.
Hyacinth and magnolia leaves.