Logan POV
It had been a few hours since Emma woke up and fell back asleep again.
I was sitting on a chair next to her bed, holding her hand in mine, letting the sparks and tingles soothe me. Andrew was asleep with his head on her belly.
I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t keep my eyes away from her face, hoping that she would open her eyes again. I memorized everything about her. I memorized how her lashes were so long that they touched her cheek slightly, how her lips were full and perfectly shaped, how her cheeks were tinted pink and soft. I just needed her to open her eyes so that I could memorize them as well. I wanted to know each and every color and fleck her eyes held. Not that I didn’t know already, but I wanted to be reminded. I wanted to see it again.
I was playing with her finge
