Kylie’s POV.
As the morning light streamed through the window, I woke up, stretching lazily. I glanced over to see Logan still asleep beside me, his expression peaceful. The events of last night replayed in my mind, each touch, each kiss, a testament to our deepening bond. “I’ve never felt like this before,” I thought, my heart swelling with emotions. “Logan is everything I’ve ever wanted.”
Yet, as much as my heart was filled with love, my mind couldn’t shake off the mission that still lingered. Ruining Graham and Flora was not just a goal; it was a necessity. “I can’t get distracted now,” I reminded myself, though my thoughts kept drifting back to Logan.
I sighed softly, trying to refocus. “Stay sharp, Kylie. You’ve come this far. Don’t lose sight of the bigger picture.” I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Logan, and headed to the kitchen to make coffee. The aroma filled the air, grounding me as I planned my next moves.