Chapter 44: Bite of Embrace

Logan's house stood as both a familiar and somewhat contentious space. The air seemed charged with unresolved emotions as we entered. As we reached the living area, Logan, attempting to ease the tension, inquired, "What would you like to eat, kiddo?"

"I'm not hungry," I replied curtly, my frustration evident in the clipped tone of my voice. Climbing the stairs felt like ascending into a realm of conflicting emotions.

In the quiet expanse of the staircase, Logan's presence enveloped me. He emerged from behind, his hand gently intertwining with mine, and with a subtle yet purposeful gesture, he halted me in the middle of the stairs. Each step became a suspended moment, as I stood on one stair, and he, a step below, locked eyes with me.

Logan's gaze bore into mine, a glint of mischief dancing in his eye. "You know, when you're sulking and look at me with those sparkling eyes, you look so cute," he said, his tone a delicate melody that resonated in the quiet space. The corners of his li