Forgotten Memories

Chapter 24

I stretched, a stripper worthy moan escaping me. What is it about stretching that makes you moan? I didn't think much more of it as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and yawned. The room came into focus and I noticed that Logan was gone. I was alone in our bed.

"Logan? Where are you?" I asked in my normal volume. I knew that if he was in the house, he would hear me. After a swish of air, he appeared at my side. His eyes, while concerned, still showed signs of recently waking up. His hair was unruly but in an attractive way and he wore only sweatpants which were hanging low on his hips. My eyes were drawn to his V-line like a fish to bait; knowing I wouldn't be able to escape but not being able to resist the temptation.

"Lily, did you just call me up here to check me out?" He asked with a smirk. I attempted to supress my blush as I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

"In your dreams." I turned around, giving him my t-shirt clad back to look at. I didn't want him to see my burning cheeks.

"Every night." He whispered, huskily, his hands wrapping around my waist as his chest pressed up against my back. I leaned my head back on his chest, relishing his warmth and scent. I wasn't sure why he smelled of a mixture of mint and sandalwood but I loved it. It always managed to calm me down and I couldn't help but crave it.

"D-Do you ever think that we w-went too far t-too fast?" I blurted out, thinking of the other day. I wasn't sure if I regretted it, I didn't think that I did, but I couldn't help but feel like we rushed into it.

He tensed behind me and said, "Why, do you regret it?" He sounded scared of my answer, nervous and unsure. He didn't want to be hurt.

"No, no, not at all!!" I rushed out, turning around so I could look him in the eye. "I just think that in normal relationships, they don't rush into it that fast."

"Well we're not exactly normal, are we?" He asked, trying to be funny. I let out a small laugh and sighed. I wrapped my arms around his chest and he relaxed as I laid my head on his chest.

"Is it normal to go so far when we only just met each other? I mean, for werewolves." I looked up at him, watching. He seemed lost in thought and I took the opportunity to study him. His dark hair was sticking up in some places but it still looked as gorgeous as ever. His eyebrows were scrunched together, making a crease in his forehead. His lavender eyes, which were so like mine, seemed unfocused, far away. His cheekbones were so high and beautiful, nearing a feminine look. His nose was slightly crooked, as if it had been broken a few too many times. His lips,which were oh so kissable, were a soft pink and beautifully shaped; they were my weakness. I slid my hand up his chest, his neck, tracing his sharp jaw line, and gently grazed his full bottom lip with my thumb. He shivered and I instinctively moved closer.

Slowly, he moved his hand up and grabbed mine, stopping me. "Mates have a stronger bond than humans do when they're together. It makes rush into things. I do agree that what we did may have been too soon but it's alright to be in a relationship and tease some." He said, holding my hand and staring into my eyes. I chuckled and kissed his cheek.

"Good because I like you." I blurted out before thinking about what I said. He smiled at my shocked expression and gently brushed his lips against mine.

"I like you too." He whispered in my ear before disappearing. I groaned at his absence and fell back onto the bed. I was lost in my thoughts when the smell of food poured into the room. I jumped when I heard a growl, immediately assuming werewolf, but laughed when I realized it was my stomach.

Speeding down the stairs, my face lit up once I saw all of the food being made by a shirtless Logan. I shamelessly watched him move, his muscles rolling and flexing with each movement. My eyes follwed his movements, realizing that even when he was cooking, he was graceful.