Chapter 73

AMY. The tweeting of birds from afar was enough to tell me the early morning had already dawned, but I loved the comfort of my bed more. And that comfort was Logan. I was sleeping on top of him. Our fingers were intertwined beneath the blanket while the other fingers gently toured my bare back. I couldn't help but force my eyes open just to see that charming smile of his. His smile deepened and I found myself enchanted by his golden eyes that gleamed of love. “Morning,” he greeted me with a kiss on my forehead. My wolf purred within me. “Morning,” I whispered, rubbing my right index finger back and forth on his cheek. “You’re real.” “You were heavily drunk last night but it's apparent the effect has not worn off yet.” “It has, it has just been a long time since I woke up beside you. I thought I had lost you again.” He patted my hair. “How could you? You spent the whole night holding so tight to me.” “Is that all that happened last night?” I teased and he cleared his throat. I