19. Daphne
19
DAPHNE
I reach toward the nightstand to silence the trilling of my phone’s alarm. Morning has come way too soon. It’s not fair. Logan is the big spoon to my little spoon. Waking with him warm against my back, his arm snug around my waist and his morning hardness snug against my rear, is as wonderful as I always imagined it to be. Okay, the hard-on against my butt is a bit more than I expected… Wowsers… Focus, Daphne. I want to wake up every morning in Logan’s arms. How am I going to sleep alone again when he leaves next week?
“Hmm…Good morning, baby.” Logan’s arm tightens around me, and he places a soft kiss on the back of my neck. I shiver deliciously, my heart speeding up at his gentle touch. I turn around to face him. We stare at each other and burst out laughing. Oh, my goodness, the morning breath we have! We roll to our backs and hold hands as our laughter subsides.
“Daphne.” Logan turns his head to smile at me. “I love waking up next to you, but you need a breath mint.”
“ I need a breath mint?” I glance over at him. His morning stubble is so sexy. “Dude, you have Chernobyl breath yourself. You’re going to save me time getting ready. You just need to breathe on me, and my hair will curl.”
The bed bounces from his renewed laughter. “So, what you’re saying is if we want to have morning cuddles, we need to keep TicTacs on our nightstands?” Logan’s deep chuckles are such a wonderful soundtrack to my morning. I’m used to waking up alone in the silence. I turn on the TV to have noise and the illusion of company while I get ready for work. Having someone here with me, not being alone, is wonderful. I don’t think I realized how lonely I’ve been until I had Logan here again. He’s only been here two days, and already I can’t imagine coming home to an empty house after work and starting my day in silence. I’m going to have to prepare myself for his departure.
“Hey, what are you thinking? You got serious over there.” Logan rolls to his side and brushes my hair off my face. He must be able to see inside my head because his face loses its earlier mirth, and his forest-green gaze seems to darken. “Daph, stop. You’re thinking about me leaving next week.” He takes a deep breath. “Baby, it will be okay. Don’t ruin the time we have together now, stressing over the time we’ll be apart.”
He's right, but it’s hard. I want him to stay here with me. I attempt a smile, but it’s feeble. I hate this. I finally have him here with me, and I’m already counting down the days until he leaves again. I can’t enjoy our time together because I’m expecting the end. I’m so tired of people leaving me. I’m so tired of being left behind. I know my parents and Gran didn’t leave me by choice. Logan is choosing to leave though.
“I think I hate when you know what I’m thinking. I can’t have any secrets.” I roll away from him and get out of bed. “I’ll start your coffee brewing. What do you want to do for breakfast? I don’t think we have a lot of eggs left, so no full breakfast like you spoiled me with yesterday.”
Logan throws back the covers and rises from the bed. I can’t help but stare at his broad chest and feel giddy that I had the luxury of using it for my pillow last night. My gaze travels down over his abs—tight and bisected by his happy trail, leading to his… My gaze flies back up to his face, and he smirks. That jerk knows me too well.
“I remember you had bagels in the freezer, so I could fry us each an egg, put it on a toasted bagel with cheese, and voilà—homemade Sizzli sandwich.” He walks toward the door to the hallway. “I’ll take care of my Godzilla breath and start breakfast. You do your thing.” He checks out the clock on the dresser. “Breakfast in thirty sound good? That enough time for you?”
I nod and watch him leave the room. Leave our bedroom. Holy cow. We slept together last night. I sink down on the mattress and flop back, my arms stretched out to the sides. I spent the night in Logan Morris’s arms, and it was glorious!
I must have let out a little squee of joy because Logan’s head appears in the doorway, and he grins. “I’m all for spending the day in bed with you, Daph. Say the word. But if you’re going to insist on going to the office, you need to get your cute butt up and get ready.”
I groan. “I’m moving. Let me have my moment here. Be a wonderful boyfriend and prepare sustenance.” I flail my hand in my approximation of a royal wave to send him on his way. I can hear his chuckle as he moves down the hall. I could get used to this.