CHAPTER NINETY-THREE – The move

　　Emma POV

　　I stared at the ring on my finger.

　　This was so surreal. I was engaged. I would be someone’s wife. Me. Emma. I would be a wife.

　　A small smile spread across my face. I liked that I would become Logan’s wife. I wanted it. I wanted to be tied to him in every way possible.

　　“I can’t wait to wake up to this every day for the rest of my life.” I heard Logan’s voice, and I looked up.

　　He was leaning on the doorframe, and he had a smile on his face.

　　“Wake up to what?” I asked as I stood up and approached him.

　　“Your beautiful face.” he said as he pulled me to him.

　　He pressed his lips against mine, and I moaned.

　　“No.” I heard Andrew’s stern voice. “Not in my house.”

　　Logan growled and stopped kissing me. I chuckled and looked at my brother.

　　He had a box in his hands, and he was staring at Logan menacingly.

　　“Sorry, man.” Logan sighed. “Get used to it. You will see this every damn day from now on.”