Chapter 4
I enter my house and my gaurd is up. Somethings different. I prowl the whole house
and I'm shocked at what I find. Bast. The Bast statue is sitting in the middle of my living
room. "Logan" I whisper, picking up the bast. "Logan" I say louder "Where are you?"

"Right here" I hear him say from behind me. I'm scared to turn around. Scared he isn't real.

"Is it really you or am I imagining this?" I ask. I feel his arms wrap around my waist and
he whispers in my ear.

"I'm real Max. I'm here and I'm never letting you go, ever again." I finally turn around.
He's clean shaven; his eyes are still the same piercing blue. He looks older, but not by
much. He's wearing a black button down shirt and it makes him look extremly sexy. He's
looking me over the same way I'm looking him over.

"I missed you" I state.

"I love you" he answers.

"I love you too." I answer back gazing into the depths of his amazing blue eyes. He hugs
me so tightly, I feel like he never will let go, and I hug him back just as tight.

"My Max." he whispers almost childish looking into my eyes and toying with a piece of my hair.

"My Logan." I reply, pulling him down to my height and kissing him. I feel like I'm in a
dream. He's intoxicating and my knees go weeks as he starts kissing down my neck. We move
to the floor in a single movement and he starts unbottening my white work shirt. I help
him. Logan undoes the last button on my shirt and I start tugging at the buttons on his
shirt, and I rid him of it easily.

"Are you sure?" Logan asks, looking me in the eyes asking permision to continue almost.

"Logan Cale I've waited five god damn years for this, and you think I'm not?" I answer
rolling us both over so I was on top of him instead of the other way around.