Her head was on his chest, his arms hugging her tightly. She listened to his heartbeat, his breath, and felt peaceful and happy. She raised her head to look at him and saw a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"What are you thinking about?" She asked in a whisper, stroking his hair. "Didn't you like it?"
He shook his head. "Of course I liked it. More than that. I missed this so much. But …"
"Is it about Peggy?"
He shook his head again. "No, not Peggy. It's about Mia."
"What?" Camille sat up in surprise and Logan did the same. He sighed. "Since I found out I have a daughter, I've been terrified that something might go wrong. And now it looks like Mia can never really accept me."
"But she said she loves you."
Logan nodded. "Yes, but … didn't you notice? Since we met, she'd only called me "Logan", not "Daddy" or "Dad". Well, it hurts that you are nothing more than a good friend to your own daughter."
Camille sighed and kissed his cheek. "Logan … she needs time. She doesn't tell me, but I know that she is afraid to lose you again. This situation is so new to her. She has to get used to it first. When she's ready, she'll accept you as her father, I'm sure."
He thought about her words and finally nodded. "Yes, you're right." He was silent for a moment, then said with a smile, "Who would have thought that one day you would be the one who had the wise advice?"
She laughed and leaned back against him. "Yes, that was your job in the past."
"In the past ..." he muttered thoughtfully. She nodded. "It was a crazy time."
"Yes. Sometimes I didn't even know who put me in worse situations, you or the guys."
She grinned. "I put you in bad situations?"
He nodded. "Yes. And most of them had to do with sex."
"Well, if that's the case ... What was the craziest thing we've ever done?" She asked mischievously.
"Sex in Mr. Bitters office."
"Oh yeah. And do you remember how many times we did it in the elevators?"
He smiled. "Yes, at some point nobody wanted to be in an elevator with us anymore. Because the elevators had the habit of always stopping when we were in one of them. It was mysterious."
"I think most of them knew exactly why we were so unlucky," Camille said, and both laughed.
"And what was the best moment for you?" Logan asked her after a while. Camille beamed. "That one time at the beach. The warm sand, the sea, and the stars above us ... it was beautiful."
He tilted his head and kissed her gently.
"What was the best moment for you?"
He thought. "The moments when you tried to calm me down. For example when I had a long and exhausting day in the studio or when I was afraid of an important performance. You always had the power to make me forget these things. Your kisses, your touches, your body ... just perfect."
She pulled him close and kissed him passionately. Logan returned the kiss and felt her hands on his body. "What are you doing?"
"I'm ready for a second round. Are you interested?"
"It would be an honor for me," he replied with a grin, pulling the covers over their bodies.