Page 22 of Unmistakably Us

Her lips twitching against his chest tickled. He imagined her doing the scrunchy face she tended to make when thinking—kind of like the rabbit he had taken to using as her nickname.

A deep exhale that warmed his skin preceded her answer. “I guess I feel safe.” That was it. All she offered, five simple words. But they were a powerful handful of syllables, ones that destroyed him as expected, but in a most unexpected way.

With those few simple, honest, words, January had managed to undo years of feeling inadequate and longing to know what it would feel like to be enough for someone. Enough of a son. Enough of a brother. Enough of a partner. Just…enough.

Nothing could erase those bullshit years or the fucked-up shit he endured, but January managed to steal their power with five fucking words. She made him want to tell her all his secrets and see if she still felt that way. If she did, he might rearrange the stars to keep her.

Her soft snores told him she had already fallen asleep. The need to share overrode all the alcohol coursing through his blood and the fact she was already asleep.

Logan dropped a soft kiss onto her tangled blond hair, and then he spilled his guts. Everything he could think of fit, or rather unfit, to tell, he told. Lucinda, his felonious father, his brother who didn’t even know he had a brother or that he was a loser.

But when January had looked at him before she fell asleep, he didn’t feel like a loser. For the first time in his life, he felt like just a normal fucking guy.

And that felt amazing.

After he had told the entire saga that was Logan, he followed her into sleep with an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Talk about firsts!

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