Chapter 217: Dress to Impress
Logan shifted in his sleep, his arm tightening around Jean’s waist, pulling her closer. His eyes cracked open, heavy with sleep, lashes still clumped together.
"Watching me, Mrs. Kingsley?" His voice was low and husky, roughened by morning.
Jean blushed, as she got caught watching him. "Maybe," she whispered, softer than she intended.
His lips curved lazily into a half-smile. "Like what you see?"
"Maybe," she echoed, teasing back, though her heart beat wildly.
Logan leaned in, forehead brushing hers. "You’re dangerous this early," he murmured, thumb rubbing absent circles against her hip.
"And you’re smug," she shot back, her voice barely above a breath.
He laughed, the sound low and warm, before pressing a brief, soft kiss to her temple. "Guilty."
They lay there a moment longer, wrapped in quiet warmth, before the world beyond the bedroom slowly began to call.
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Jean pulled on a light cardigan over her dress while Logan moved about the bedroom, still buttoning his crisp shirt. Sunlight spilled in, catching on the neat line of his jaw and the faint warmth in his eyes as he watched her.
"So," he began, voice casual but attentive, "tomorrow’s yacht party. Father’s expecting us to stay most of the day."