I wasn't drunk again, was I?
I blew on my palm and sniffed, but my breath seemed just fine. I mean it smelled like a tuna sandwich, but not alcohol for sure. Then was I dreaming? Maybe I have been so in my head ever since I woke next to Logan Gray, naked may I add, that it was transcending into reality now. Because there was no f*****g way he just said that.
"Cora?" Logan probed and I dragged my eyes back to his face.
"What?" I mumbled blankly. "What did you say?"
"I know that sounds weird but you know I like to come straight to the point," Logan said, idly picking at the table cloth. "I want you to be my luna."
"You kidding me?" I hissed, raising my brows. "You are not drunk again, are you?"
"I am perfectly fine and I meant what I said," Logan answered.
"You want me to be yo
