‘Logan closed his eyes, letting his lips say everything he was too stupid or stubborn to put into words.
He pulled gently on her lower lip. I’m sorry.
He moved his mouth to the soft spot under her jaw. I was an idiot.
He kissed the hollow of her neck. I want you.
Her breathing was growing heavy, and every time his lips brushed against a new patch of skin, she shivered.
He lowered his mouth to her ear. I love you.
It wasn’t enough. He wanted her to hear him say it. He wanted to hear himself say if. Logan drew back and took (y/n)’s face in his hands. “I love you,” he whispered, staring into eyes that were aglow with firelight, and something else.
“I love you too.”
Logan kissed her again, a little harder this time, repeating his proclamation every time his lips pressed against a new sliver of skin. With the fire crackling beside them, he placed his hand behind her head, and lowered her to the ground.’