Lynn's POV
But for now, enveloped in his strength and heat, I feel utterly complete, pieced back together in his embrace.
When I wake hours later, the world is still cloaked in midnight shadows. The apartment hums with silence, broken only by Logan's deep, even breathing beside me, his arm a heavy, protective band across my waist. For a stolen moment, contentment floods me—this feels achingly right, our bodies slotted together perfectly.
But then anxiety slithers in, coiling tight around my chest. What have I done?
I've dragged Logan into my mess—my toxic family, my murderous ex-fiancé, my complete disaster of a life. He doesn't deserve this. Doesn't deserve to be caught in the crossfire of my problems.
The digital clock glows 3:47 AM in harsh red digits. I shift minutely, trying to e
