The next morning I sat in a most uncomfortable chair next to Logan’s hospital bed, waiting for him to wake up. I flipped through a fashion magazine that I found in the waiting room, but I couldn’t concentrate on it. I sighed and closed it.
A moment later there was a knock at the door. I stood to answer it.
“Oh, Dylan! Hey!” I said, my heart skipping a beat at the sight of him. As handsome as the man was in his usual suit and tie, he somehow looked even better dressed down in jeans and a t-shirt. He was holding two iced coffees in his hands.
“Hey,” he smiled. “Thought you could maybe use this after the day you had yesterday.”
He held out a coffee towards me. I took it with a smile.
“God yes,” I said and took a sip. “Oh! This is my favorite! Ho
