““Logan opens his beautiful brown eyes and sparkling drops of water cling to his heavy, dark lashes. And his voice is clear and deliberate. “I think of you.” My breath catches. “Really?” He brushes my wet hair back, his forehead still pressed to mine. “All the time.” Logan strokes my cheek. “I like you.” And then I’m crying and smiling at the same time. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He sweeps his thumb across my lower lip and looks into my eyes. “I feel it too, lovely Ellie.” “You do?” He nods against me. “I always have. From the very first.””
