“Yeah...” He rested his cheek against the top of her head. “That makes sense.”
Chapter 27
After a few false starts (during which Lacy and Logan discovered how many different places in her house they could have sex) they finally made it to the bedroom. It was small, but cozy. Personalized. Exactly the kind of place Logan would expect.
Not that he could really appreciate it having been sexed into a coma for the last six hours.
They pulled back the covers and climbed onto the mattress without a single word. His arms opened and she made a valiant effort to crawl inside, but it was no use.
They were out before their heads even hit the pillow.
When Logan opened his eyes, what felt like an eternity later, the sun was already shining over the tops of the trees—spilling a wave of golden light through the gauzy curtains. He blinked at it for a moment, trying to remember where he was, before his eyes came to rest on the woman lying beside him. A woman who managed to take his breath away, every time.
I could literally watch her for hours. Spend the whole day watching her sleep.
His lips curved up with a contented sigh.
Speaking of which, what time is it...?
He twisted around to glance at the clock, before his mouth fell open
in shock. Ten?! He was still in bed at ten o’clock?! How the hell did that happen?!
For the life of him, he couldn’t remember a single day in the last five years that he’d slept in past seven. Even on the weekend. Even on vacation. Even when he had the flu and Millard kept bursting into his room throughout the night with bits of toast and water.
Ten o’clock? His eyes drifted once more to Lacy, a sleeping angel bathed in the golden glow. Guess I just needed a good enough reason...
A beaming smile lit his handsome face, and he resisted the urge to wake her up right then and there. Like a small child who couldn’t wait to play. Who couldn’t wait to hear the first thing she’d say when she finally opened her eyes.
For a split second, he actually considered ‘accidentally’ nudging her awake. Then he decided that would make him a monster, and he seized upon another plan instead. One that had an admittedly low success rate.
He was going to make her breakfast in bed.
It didn’t matter that he didn’t know how to cook. It didn’t matter that he didn’t know what Lacy had in her kitchen. Logan leapt out of bed stark naked and swept lightly down the hall, armed with the inexplicable certainty that it was going to work.
A certainty that was quick to fade...
Would it kill some of the magic if I just brought her a bowl of cereal?
Logan stared helplessly into the cupboards. Then stared helplessly into the refrigerator, shivering slightly as the cold air swept over his naked skin. There was boxes with pictures of things like waffles and pancakes and such, but short of a youtube tutorial, he didn’t know how to make the dough.
Dough? Batter? Crust? What did you even call it in box form?
Thankfully, a bowl of fruit caught his attention. Along with a box of chocolates.
A few minutes later, he was tiptoeing back into the room. Balancing a tray he’d found in one of the cabinets. Still naked as the day he was born.
“...good morning.”
Lacy’s breathing hitched, then she opened her eyes—blinking up at Logan, like she was convinced the entire thing might be a dream. A few seconds went by, before she pushed onto her elbows in a daze, gazing at him in wonder.
“You made breakfast?”
A radiant smile lit his face, illuminating all of his features.
“Better than that...I scavenged breakfast.”
He tilted the tray, proudly showing off his wares. There was only a single plate, but it was tastefully decorated with apple slices, truffles, toffees, and a lone brownie. As if that wasn’t enough to melt her heart, he’d placed a rose he’d found in the garden along the top.