Camille smiled when she saw Logan staring thoughtfully at the ceiling, hands folded behind his head. She reached out and stroked his upper arm, causing him to turn his head and look at her.

"Morning."

"Morning," he replied, rolling onto his side for a better view.

"Everything okay?" she asked, slightly worried. Logan nodded. "Yes, sure. Just thinking about how much I'm going to miss this."

"What do you mean?"

He smiled crookedly. "Well, waking up in the morning and seeing you lying next to me. I'll miss that."

She leaned forward and kissed him softly. "But to be fair, we only did this for three days."

"Yes, but I'm already used to it."

She laughed and placed her head on his chest.

"Last night was . . . just perfect," Logan said softly. Camille smiled. "I'm glad you liked it."

Then they just lay there for a while, enjoying their last moments together. Until a knock on the door interrupted their togetherness. Then the voice of Logan's sister was heard: "Logan?"

"Yes?" he called in response.

"May I come in or are you guys still . . . cuddling?"

Logan rolled his eyes and gave Camille a meaningful look. "Am I having the sweetest little sister ever or what?" Then he called out, "Yeah, come on in."

Kiara walked into the room, took a quick look around to make sure she wasn't seeing anything that wasn't meant for her twelve-year-old eyes, and said, "Kelly and Dave made breakfast. I thought you might want to know."

Logan nodded. "Thanks for telling us, sweetie. We'll be right down."

Kiara nodded as well and left the room. Camille straightened up. "All right. You'll have breakfast and I'll take a shower."

"Why?"

She gave him an amused look. "Because my parents won't like it if I smell like you all over my body."

"It's called marking the territory," Logan replied with a wink. Camille raised her eyebrows. "So I'm your territory now?"

"You bet you are," he said with a grin, which made her laugh. Then she got up from the bed and put on her bathrobe. She stood with her back to him, but could still feel his eyes on her. "I know you're watching me."

"Can you blame me?"

"I could . . . but I won't." She went to the door, turned back to him and waved, then disappeared into the hallway. Logan thought about following her, but then decided against it. He didn't want Camille to think he really needed it that much. His gaze wandered aimlessly around the room and settled on Camille's gym bag. He smiled. An idea had just occurred to him.

"Well, Camille, I thought I'd offer to drive you back to your parents' house," Dave explained as they finished breakfast. Camille looked at him in surprise. "Oh, I was actually thinking of taking a cab. I don't want to bother."

"You don't. I have to drive to Los Angeles anyway. So I thought you could come with me. But if you don't want to-"

"No, I mean, yes. Of course. I'll just get my bag and then-"

"I'll do that," Logan said quickly and ran up the stairs.

"I'll get the car ready," Dave said and walked out. Camille turned to Kelly and Kiara. "Thank you for letting me stay for the weekend."

Kelly smiled and took Camille's hands in hers. "Anytime, my dear. And next time, maybe the rest of us will also have the opportunity to talk to you."

"Exactly," Kiara agreed. Camille blushed slightly. "I . . . I'm sorry. But I promise that-" She broke off when Kelly and Kiara both started laughing.

"We were just kidding," Kiara said, smiling. "We know how important you are to Logan."

"That's true. And considering how much he, how much you both have been through lately, it's understandable that you needed this time together."

"But next time I want to talk to you too. After all, you're now officially my brother's girlfriend and I hardly know anything about you. We need to change that."

"I totally agree with you Kiara," Camille said and the three of them laughed again. At that moment Logan reappeared. He gave them a confused look, wondering why they were laughing, but then decided not to ask. Camille said goodbye to Kelly and Kiara and followed Logan outside. For a moment neither of them knew what to say.

"You got everything?" Logan finally broke the silence. Camille nodded. "Yes, I think so." And after a moment's hesitation, she asked, "You'll be fine, won't you? I don't have to worry, do I?"

Logan shook his head, put Camille's bag on the ground and pulled her close. "I'll be fine. I promise."

She nodded, but still wasn't convinced. Her gaze wandered restlessly to the car, in which Dave was sitting, waiting patiently. He gave them all the time they needed.

"Thanks again for staying over the weekend."

Logan's voice drew her attention back to him. She smiled softly and caressed his cheek. "My pleasure."

They looked into each other's eyes, knew that they had to separate, and yet nobody wanted to make the first step.

"I love you," Camille said suddenly. Logan smiled and kissed her. "I love you too," he whispered afterwards. She hugged him tightly one last time, then pulled away from him and picked up her bag from the ground. "I think I have to go now."

Logan nodded and walked with her to the car. He opened the passenger door for her. She thanked him with a smile and got in the car. Logan turned to Dave. "Drive carefully, Dave. I don't want anything to happen to her."

Dave tilted his head. "All right, I'll be driving with both hands on the wheel today . . . but I'm only doing that for you guys."

They laughed at his comment. Camille looked at Logan. "I'll call you later."

"I hope so," he replied, quickly kissing her on the cheek. Then he closed the door and took a step back. Dave started the engine and slowly drove away. Camille waved at Logan until she couldn't see him anymore. And what she also couldn't see was Logan's forced smile vanishing from his face the second the car was out of sight.

"So . . . here we are," Dave said as he pulled up in front of Camille's house.

"Thanks for the ride."

"No problem."

"You know, under different circumstances I would probably invite you to get to know my parents, but I think it's too early for that. Besides, they've already left the house for work and to run some errands. So . . . maybe another time."

"Yeah, sure."

"Well, then . . ." Camille grabbed her bag and started to get out of the car, but then she hesitated.

"Anything else?" Dave asked curiously.

"Well . . . you know . . . Logan told me he'll be fine and that I don't need to worry about him. But the thing is . . . I just don't know if that will be the case. But you, Kelly, and Kiara, you're gonna keep an eye on him, right?"

"Of course we will, Camille," Dave reassured her, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Logan is just as important to us as he is to you. We'll take care of him, I promise."

Camille nodded gratefully. "Thanks, Dave. That really means a lot to me."

"We'll manage it. All of us together."

"Yes, I'm sure we will," Camille agreed, getting out of the car.

"I have something for you."

Camille saw him write something down on a white card. Then he handed it to her through the open window. "These are my and Kelly's cell phone numbers. You probably won't need them, but you know, just in case."

Camille smiled. "Thanks, that's really nice of you."

"You're welcome," Dave replied and drove off again.

"Drive safely," Camille called out to him, to which he gave a thumbs-up in response. She waved to the car, then turned and walked to the front door. Expecting to find the house quiet and empty, she wondered what to do first. Maybe she would watch some TV or listen to music. But it was more likely that her girlfriends would be reach out to her to find out every little detail about her weekend with Logan. Grinning, she walked through the living room and stopped in surprise when she saw her father sitting at the kitchen table with a newspaper in his hands. "Dad, what are you doing here? I thought you were at work already."

Mr. Roberts lowered the newspaper and tried to catch a relaxed tone, "Yeah, I thought I'd start a little later today."

Camille didn't buy his fake laid-back attitude. "So you can be sure I'm actually coming home? Well, as you can see, I'm here, safe and sound."

"Well, I have to say, when your mother told me about this . . . arrangement, I was less than thrilled about it."

It took all of Camille's willpower not to make a sarcastic comment. Instead, she said, "Well, Dad, I have a bag to unpack. I'll see you tonight." She turned around, but before she could take a step, her father said, "To be honest, Camille, I'm a little disappointed in your behavior. I try everything to be a good father to you, to protect you, and yet you keep leaving me out in the cold. It's probably because of this boy's bad influence. Maybe-"

"Dad," Camille cut him off before he could say anything else that would spoil her mood even more. "I understand that you want to protect me. And I appreciate it, believe it or not. But there's one thing you should know, you're trying to protect me from the wrong person. Because Logan is anything but dangerous. And I love him."

Her father didn't seem to know what to say about that. Camille used this moment to finally end their conversation. "Have a nice day at work, Dad." Then she left the kitchen and climbed the stairs to her room. She expected him to call her back, but nothing happened. Relieved, she entered her room and closed the door behind her. She sighed and fell onto her bed, cursing her father for spoiling her good mood. Her gaze wandered around the room, felling on her bag. She sighed again. Well, since she didn't know what to do with her time at the moment anyway . . . She slid off her bed and started unpacking. But when she pulled out her bathrobe, her mood improved a little. She remembered the look on Logan's face when he realized that she was completely naked under it . . . Smirking, she took the robe and the rest of the bathroom utensils and put them back where they belonged. She returned to her room, wanted to stow the now empty gym bag back in her closet . . . she stopped. She was absolutely sure that she had unpacked all her things, but the bag wasn't empty. There was something else in there. Curious, she pulled out the item and looked at it. When she realized what it was, a wide grin spread across her face. She held the black t-shirt under her nose. And sure enough, it smelled like Logan. She lovingly folded the t-shirt and placed it on her bed. But then she remembered her nosy family and decided to hide it under her pillow instead. She was already looking forward to the coming night when she would secretly wear his shirt in bed.

"Can you believe that? He's skipping work just to be able to control me better! That's unbelievable!"

"I'm sure he means well, Cam. He's your dad. He wants you to be safe. I'm not saying he's right about what he thinks about me, but I get his point."

Camille sighed in frustration, then snuggled closer into her covers. "I know he means well . . . but he really knows how to get under my skin."

His soft laugh calmed her down.

"Anyway . . . maybe we should talk about something else."

"Okay, sure. What did you do today?"

"Not much to be honest. But the girls want to come by tomorrow for a full report about our weekend."

Logan laughed again. "And? What are you going to tell them?"

Camille smirked. "Well, I'll probably keep a few details to myself."

"Does that include the part when you stripped for me?"

"Hey, hey. I didn't strip for you."

"No? Then how would you describe the moment when you straddled me, looked me straight in the eye, and then very slowly took off your robe?" he asked in a teasing voice.

"Hmmm . . . Trying to seduce my handsome boyfriend?"

"Well, whatever you want to call it . . . it worked."

Now Camille was the one who laughed. "Oh, and by the way . . . I found your little gift. In fact, I'm wearing it right now."

"So does that mean you like it?"

"Oh my god, of course I like it. But I was wondering why you did it secretly. Why didn't you just give it to me?"

There was suddenly silence on the other end of the line. Camille waited patiently. Logan cleared his throat. "Well, there was actually a reason for that, but to be honest, it's pretty stupid."

"I'm listening," she said, smiling. Logan sighed. "Well, as you know, this whole boyfriend thing is very new to me. Still, I want to do it right. But since I have no idea what boyfriends do, I researched it on the internet. And then I read that girlfriends seem to like it when they can wear their boyfriends clothes. I thought that was a good idea, but at the same time I was afraid you might find it a bit too cheesy, so I did it in secret."

"It wasn't cheesy at all, Logan. I absolutely love it. Thanks a lot for this."

"My pleasure, Cam," Logan replied softly, which made her smile again. She was about to say something when a sudden knock on the door made her flinch. She had assumed that everyone would be asleep by now. But apparently that was a mistake, as her father's slightly annoyed voice proved, "Camille, you've been on the phone long enough. It's late and you should sleep now. Otherwise I won't hesitate to take your cell phone away."

Camille was so shocked by her father's audacity that she couldn't think of anything better to say than, "Okay, Dad. Goodnight." She waited until she heard a door open and close, then she said indignantly, "Did you hear that? Now he's also spying on me and overhears my conversations!"

"Yeah, that's not okay. But maybe he's right. It's getting really late." There was something in his voice that made her stomach ache. Thinking about their nightly conversations, she said in a warm voice, "Logan, you don't need to be afraid. You-"

"I'm not afraid," he interrupted her in a much harsher voice than he intended. Both were silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

"No, it's not. I . . . I just don't want them to start again, that's all. And when you were with me, I felt safe. But now . . ."

"I'm still with you, Logan. You know that, right?"

She heard him swallow. "Yes, I know that. And I thank you for that."

"I just want you to know that I'm always there for you."

"That . . . that means a lot to me, Camille. More than I can say."

"I'm glad to hear that."

"Have a good night, Camille."

"You too, Logan."

He laughed humorlessly. "I'll try."

"No, you won't. You'll have a good night too, I know that. And I can't wait to get a text from you in the morning telling me I was right."

He laughed softly. "Yeah, I can't wait for that either."

Camille smiled, glad she'd been able to lift his spirits. "I know I already said it this morning, but . . . I love you, Logan."

"Love you too, Camille. Good night."

"Have sweet dreams, handsome."