I woke up with a sore body, aware of the tales Alice and Kyla shared about the pain that comes with the first time, especially in certain areas. They mentioned a burning sensation, not just there, but also in my back, thighs, and sometimes, when things get wild and intense—like when Logan thrusts.
As I prepared to get out of bed, I noticed that Logan wasn't beside me. Naturally, he's the one I want to see first thing in the morning, as if I'm opening my eyes to a world where he's always present. But I understand that he may have something to attend to. Still, I can't help but wish it were his face I saw first.
Managing to rise from bed successfully, I realized I could stand. I felt clean, so I assumed I passed out from the overwhelming pleasure and lost consciousness while he released himself inside me.
Entering the bathroom, I followed my usual routine. My knees felt weak, as if they had turned to jelly from the hot water—soft and wobbly. After brushing my teeth and taking a moment to relax, I emerged from the bathroom.
I expected the kitchen to be empty, but the sound of a pan cooking caught my attention. Even without psychic abilities, I knew it was Logan in the kitchen. I stole a glance at his alluring back as I approached him.
"Hey," I called out, causing him to turn and face me. If he's not whistling and humming, dancing and smiling, that's his smile when he's achieved something.
"We're happy, aren't we?" I playfully teased him. He responded with a naughty and playful smirk.
"Yeah, last night was incredible. If only I had known, I would have returned to Azura a long time ago," he expressed, a hint of regret in his voice.
"It's also great that you were able to help your family in Clayland. It made a significant impact on your sister. By the way, how's your brother doing?" I inquired.
"He's resilient, like a stubborn weed that takes ages to die. He's okay, doing better than expected. Oh, by the way, why don't you take a seat so we can eat? What are your plans for today?" I pretended to ponder.
"I am practically unemployed right now," I responded.
He appeared concerned, closing the distance between us. "What happened to your company here? Are you facing financial difficulties? Can I help? I'll do anything if there's a problem; just let me know," he offered sincerely. My fiancé is incredibly sweet. I won't find this kind of quality in another man, and I have no intention of looking. He's more than enough for me and then some.
I shook my head and playfully squeezed his cheek. "Ouch, give it a kiss; it hurts," he joked, seeking affection.
"Oh, you're such a baby. Do you think your face has become thin?" I teased.
He tickled me, causing a surge of soreness throughout my body.
"Oh, shoot! I forgot. Does it hurt? Do you want me to drive you to the hospital?" he asked, sounding panicked.
"Hey, calm down. I'm fine; you just bumped my hip," I reassured him.
He knelt in front of me and kissed the spot he had accidentally hit. "Let me kiss away the pain," he said tenderly.
To prevent history from repeating itself from last night, I stopped him from pursuing any mischievous intentions. Let him be.
I managed to enjoy the meal he cooked for me, savoring every bite. He still knows my taste perfectly. When I first arrived in Azura, I struggled to adjust to the local cuisine. Almost everything seemed to be vegetables, and the spices and flavors were so different and unfamiliar to me.
"You'll have to help me once we establish a business in Clayland. Your cooking is so delicious that I might end up gaining too much weight, and then you'll leave me like that, won't you?" I half-joked.
My greatest fear, which unfortunately became a reality, used to be falling into poverty—or at least, that's what I thought happened after my family distanced themselves from the scandal involving my cheating father.
Now, my greatest fear is losing Logan. I'm not sure if I could handle it. Who in their right mind would be okay if the person they cherish so deeply suddenly vanished?
"On that note, you mentioned being unemployed, but you didn't answer my question earlier," he said, sipping his hot latte.
"Well, I decided to join you in Clayland and handed over the company to my brother. It's like a trade-off, as I will manage our food industry in Claybourne. It wasn't a hasty decision; it was the best choice I could have made. It wouldn't be fair for us to be together while you keep coming back to Azura for me," I explained.
He kissed my hand, looking elated. "Really? I mean, there's no problem with traveling. I would swim across the ocean for you, but I would love to go with you. I promise to help you to the best of my abilities. I know you don't want to be just a housewife, not that there's anything wrong with it, but you've grown with a business mindset, and I will never take that away from you."
My man knows his role.
"In that case, let's head to Claybourne next month. I also want to get married this year," I blurted out, nearly spitting out my coffee.
"Hey, slow down," he said, coughing in surprise. I couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. How I adore watching him in a state of shock.
"I can't help it; you caught me off guard. But I would love to marry you, in any church. Just wait for my wedding proposal; we can't have a repeat of last night," he said, sounding like he was issuing a playful warning.
"Are you trying to scare me?" I teased.
"No, boss. Of course, I love you more than anything," he assured me.
"That's good to hear. By the way, we need to inform Christian and Lance first. They'll be upset if they find out I said yes to you without their consent," I reminded him.
He pondered deeply, anticipating their reaction. Maybe he already expected that they would be upset with him.
After all, they were friends first, or at least acquaintances, so I feel a tinge of guilt. I imagine what would have happened if I hadn't entered their lives. Would their friendship have fallen apart?
I also despise the thought that it might be all because of me. But considering the time we've spent together and how much has transpired, perhaps they've already chosen to forgive him. And I hope that's the case.
"I actually wanted to invite them for dinner, so we could all sit down together. I feel like they've already forgiven each other. I know there was something in the past, but maybe it's not too late for all of us to forgive each other. We can't change anything if we keep dwelling on it," he said, wearing a smile.
"You're right; let's plan that dinner with them. Which fancy restaurant do you think would be suitable?" he asked, perhaps thinking they're accustomed to such places since they're international models.
"Oh, come on. Those two don't fancy elaborate meals. If there were local eateries here in Azura, they'd probably be regulars. They're always at the Filipino market, actually," I chuckled, sharing the story.
"Really? Some things never change that easily," he remarked, and we continued enjoying our breakfast.
Well, he's right. Some things are resistant to change. And as for forgiveness and forgetting? It's not always so simple. How can I explain?
Because even now, I can't bring myself to forgive my own father. I've carried that grudge for a long time, and the wound he caused runs deeper than anything Logan has done. I'm not sure if forgiveness even exists in my vocabulary when it comes to Dad.
After we finished eating, we settled in the living room to watch a movie.
Logan stole a kiss from me. "Now I feel better," he said mischievously.
"Oh, let's get married first before you get all mischievous, okay? Don't get ahead of yourself; I know you too well," I laughed.
His jovial and playful expression suddenly turned into a blank stare.
I continued teasing him, resisting a smile and acting serious about it, making him anxiously celebrate.
"Are you planning to torture me?" he playfully begged.
"I don't have a plan, okay? And what's so torturous about it? Stop exaggerating," I playfully responded, unable to contain my laughter.
"Hey, stop teasing me. I've been celibate for years, maybe I've indulged in a few moments by myself, but hey, I want to be loyal to you. Maybe I'm not as pure as I could be, and many have been with me. I'm not proud of it; I regret every single time, and I wish I had met you first and given you all my firsts," he confessed, causing my heart to swell. I never expected Logan to have such thoughts.
"That's all in the past, okay? I already told you, there's no point in dwelling on it. It's all in the past."