Chapter 17 – Why else would it be? (Part 1)

Some time passed – seconds, minutes, or maybe hours, as Missy was simply not in a position to tell – before she could even regain consciousness again. All she could make out for a while was a very pleasant smell of coffee and toast, until, little by little, she woke up, finally realizing that she had fallen into a deep sleep after such an intense night. Opening her eyes slowly, yawning, she realized she was in Logan's room and she couldn't help but smile widely when she saw him, dressed only in a pair of pants and bare-chested, sitting beside her, a bed tray spread out. on the legs and filled with toast, muffins, fruit and coffee.

- You did this all for me? - It was the first thing she could think to ask, as she pulled the sheet to hide her naked body and sat down next to him. Of course, it wasn't the first time he'd made her breakfast. In fact, the first was on that fateful day, which also marked the first time he had helped her. To her surprise, the memory didn't hurt as much as she