C39 Raw Borders

“Fine. I’m yours, Logan.”

The words left my throat in a shaky, breathless rush, the admission tearing through the suffocating weight of the bedroom like a blade through silk. I stayed completely still on his thigh, letting my body go soft against his uninjured side, forcing a the frantic rhythm of my heart.

“But you need a doctor to get your hand fixed," I pleaded, looking at the swollen