CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE – Fighter

　　Emma POV

　　I was shaking from top to bottom.

　　Accepting Logan felt like finding a missing puzzle piece that completed the picture.

　　It was the best thing I’ve ever done.

　　It was the scariest thing I’ve ever done as well.

　　A part of me was still scared. A part of me was still screaming at me that I’d made a mistake.

　　His tongue massaged mine so perfectly. His hands on my body felt perfect, and I wanted more. I needed more.

　　“As happy as it makes me to see that the two of you have made up, please stop doing that on my couch.” I heard my brother’s voice.

　　My eyes opened abruptly, and I jumped off of Logan. I forgot where we were. I forgot that I was sitting on him and that it wasn’t a really good idea to throw myself backwards. Instead of jumping on my feet, I stumbled and started falling on my back.

　　Logan grabbed me just before my head hit the coffee table.

　　“Andrew!” Logan growled, shooting daggers at my brother.