CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-EIGHT

Cranking his neck to a side, Logan with his hands tucked into his pants pockets made his way towards where she was, there was this look of comfort in his eyes.

It had been a long time coming, a long time since he had wanted to have the feel of holding her in his arms again.

What more does he want?

There was nothing he wanted other than having to deal with the thought of having her in his arms again.

His mind was still thinking about what the question might be at the back of his mind.

“Is that mine?" He was still thinking of what her answers would be about the situation at that moment.

She had looked at him still with that feeling of animosity at the back of her mind.

She thought about it again, there was this part of her that held zero answers at least that moment, she didn't know how he would take the answers to his question at that moment.

In a way it felt like she had no answers to all that was happening, in a way, it felt like he had no business there but because of the fact that