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For this chapter I recommend listening to "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?" the original version performed by The Shirelles who, along with the song, are actually very historically significant, but that's a rant of mine for another time.

Please read the note at the end of this, my shortest, chapter.

God, she's beautiful. I know, Logan Reese calling a girl beautiful instead of hot or sexy, must be something wrong with me. Nope, actually everything is perfect. You see, I'm in love with Dana; the beautiful girl who is asleep beside me, her head resting on my chest. Tonight she was mine completely, but I can't help wondering will she still love me tomorrow?

Last night she kissed me. She loves me, I know she does, it was in her kiss. It's been in every one of her kisses after that first one when I gave her the flowers. It's been in our actions. But she hasn't said the words. It's not necessary though; I know she loves me. We made love, so of course she loves me, she's not the type of girl that would do that with anyone. She chose me, she loves me.

Still, she didn't say that she loves me. She didn't say anything really at all. I mean when I realized that she didn't want us to stop, that she wanted a lot more than just kissing, I asked her if she was sure. And believe me pulling away and checking, risking her changing her mind; that was one of the hardest things I've ever done because, literally, the girl of my dreams was leading me to her bed. She said yes, I almost couldn't believe it when she said yes, but then she kissed me again and pulled me down with her onto the bed. And yes was all she said. And after, lying in my arms, she fell asleep without saying anything.

With her lying in my arms, I was terrified. She seemed to sleep so easily, while I was awake, trying to remain awake for fear that if I slept I would awake to find it all a dream. But I did fall asleep and I awoke now to find that I'm still here with her. I'm still in her bed; she's still in my arms. So everything is perfect…for now.

I can't help wondering what will happen in the morning. When I first came over I noticed she wasn't wearing her ring. Has she broken up with Sam? If she hasn't, will she? Will this be the only night I hold her or will it be the first? Will the last time I kissed her be the last time I kiss her? Will she regret tonight in the morning? Or will she still love me tomorrow?

I can still feel her touch everywhere; her kisses still linger. I don't think my skin will ever feel the same. Every minute from now on every millimeter of my skin will scream at any loss of contact with her. My lips ache to feel hers again, but she's sleeping so peacefully in my arms I dare not wake her.

Though there is also the other reason I hope she doesn't awaken from her sweet slumber; I fear her reaction. What if when she opens her eyes again the denial has returned? Or what if the love has faded?

I never expected for her to love me in return. I just expected to love her forever. And I hoped that eventually it would get easier to be the guy she didn't love, to live without her. But, I'm not the guy she doesn't love. It was merely hours ago that I felt it, she loves me. And if it's possible I think I love her even more. I've always loved her. To see her was to love her and love only her forever. But now, with her here with me, I love her more, because she's here with me. I love her more because it's okay to love her more. She loves me, not someone else. Loving her is finally right, so I love her more. I love her so much…it's indescribable. She is everything to me.

My eyes are heavy with sleep, but I still don't want to drift from wake. It feels like hours now that I've been trying to delay sleep, just lying here watching her sleep serenely in my arms. Her face is gracefully lit by moonlight flowing in from her window. God, how did I get this lucky? Luck, destiny, fate, all brought me here, with her. Perfect.

Then comes the thought that keeps me awake; the thought that makes perfect potentially only temporary. What will happen when morning comes? Will she still love me or was her love only for tonight? If her love is only for tonight then I don't want to miss a minute of it. I don't want to waste the precious few hours sleeping when I could be awake enjoying the fact that I'm here with her. If her love will fade with the setting moon then I hope that the moon never sets and the sun never rises and that it remains forever tonight. If she loves me for only tonight then let tonight last forever.

Realistically, I know it won't. Morning will come. All I can do is enjoy now and hope that she will still love me tomorrow. I gently kissed her forehead and prayed God please let her still love me tomorrow.

A/N: I know it was incredibly short, especially by my standards, but it was all that was necessary for Logan at this time. It is very important that we start the morning off with Dana, which left Logan to be rather uneventful. Well, for those of you that did not get what was going on with Dana leading Logan to her bed, I guess it was a little revealing.

I have to clear up a few things. There seems to have been some misunderstandings. There is the assumption that Dana chose Logan, but as I've said you have to pay attention in my stories. I know I'm asking you to work when this is a recreational activity, but everything is included or not included or written a particular way for a reason. How I phrase things is very important. This story is very intricate (just check the list of literary devices at use in this story that is now on my profile) and so much better if you're not just skipping around for eye catching phrases. If you read every word, if you read between the lines, if you read what isn't written, this story is so much better. So, go back, read the last chapter, read this chapter again, and I ask you, did she really choose Logan?

If you're wondering what the flowers symbolized, well no one's been right. The glass flowers are delicate and breakable so, what else that would be incredible important to Dana that is delicate and breakable? Yes, the answer is incredibly cheesy, sorry.

If you're looking for a hint as to what the heat wave is a metaphor for try listening to "(Love is like a) Heat Wave", once again the original version, by Martha Reeves and the Vandellas. Although in my personal opinion their best song is actually "Nowhere To Run", but once again I'm off topic.

Finally, I once again regret to inform you that I can't update for about a week, maybe more. I have finals and then I'm moving and quitting my two jobs so I have stuff to wrap up and then as soon as my summer break begins so does my new full time summer job. I'm not expecting to have much time to write. I wish I could, but I have to work, need the money. Believe me it is torture not being able to write. I had every word of this short chapter stuck in my head for over ten days without the time to get it down on paper. So, I promise to update absolutely as soon as I can, which definitely won't be within the next six days.

Thank you so much for reading and I would greatly appreciate your thoughts, so PLEASE REVIEW! I usually try to respond to reviews, answering questions, commenting on comments, though sometimes I lose track of who I've responded to or not. I don't like to post review response in chapters though so if you are reviewing anonymously and you would like me to respond either leave me an e-mail address somehow (PM or something) or you can find me on aim to talk, my names on my profile.

Sorry for the notes being almost as long as the chapter! I ramble, it's a bad habit.

Thank you again for reading and thank you for your continuous patience.