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“Asshole,” I yell. “Let’s get this shit done so we can get back to Breeane.”
“Yeah,” Logan agrees.
As I pick up a pound of flesh, I decide this is the least fun aspect of torture.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Breeane
Iwake to a wall of yummy male chest. My gaze follows the muscles up to the face of a wide-awake Logan watching me. He’s wearing jeans and nothing else. His feet are bare, and his ankles are crossed as he leans against the headboard.
“Hi, Handsome.” I smile.
“Sugar,” he says. “How are you feeling?”
I wiggle a bit, and surprisingly, it doesn’t hurt much. “Not bad.” I push up further on my pillow and turn to my side. “My face is stiff. Does it look bad?”
“You look beautiful.”
“Liar,” I tease. I look around the room and notice Lucas sleeping on a couch below the window. “Why didn’t he sleep in the bed?” The bed is king-size, and there was plenty of room.
“He didn’t want to accidentally nudge you. He isn’t a calm sleeper.” We share a grin. That doesn’t surprise me at all.
“Where is Las?”
“He is resting in my room.”
“What time is it?” The curtains are shut, but it doesn’t seem like morning.
“Three in the morning.” He picks up my hand and brings our joined hands to his chest. “Did Las explain why we didn’t stay?”
“Yes. Did you do what you needed to?”
“We did. Does it bother you?” His finger drags back and forth over my knuckles.
“No. I don’t need any details, though.”
He nods. “Are you really alright?” he asks softly.
I stare into his concerned eyes. “I will be,” I respond just as softly. “I might have nightmares for a while and moments of flashbacks.” I’m surprised I haven’t yet. Steph had nightmares for a long time.
“We will be here for you when you do. Let us support you.”
“Thank you.” I push up further and sit up, turning to face him, my knees touching his side. “I want to tell you something.”
“You can tell me anything.” He twists, placing his palm on my leg.
“I already told Las, and it may seem fast to other people, but it’s right.” I take a deep breath. “I love you, Logan.” I clear my throat. “I love you, Handsome.”
He jerks straight and gently takes my face in his hands. “Breeane, Sugar, I love you so fucking much.”
“Oh good,” I giggle. “This is the first time I’m saying that to three men at once. It would suck if one of you denied me.”
“Three?” Lucas pops up from the couch, rubbing his face and continuing over his head.
“Wait your turn,” Lucas growls but ruins the effect of it with a smirk. He kisses me. “We want you forever. I want you forever.”
“I want that, too. All of this,” I say, waving between us. “I didn’t expect it, but I can’t imagine living without you.”
