CHAPTER 50

  Logan

  My heart swells as I tug Rebel closer to my chest. I would never admit it out loud, but I like how she disappears when I hug her with my massive arms. She is so precious and tiny and utterly adorable.

  But if I called Rebel cute or adorable, she would probably punch me and call herself fierce. I like that too, her don't-give-a-shit personality.

  When I gave Rebel the cupcakes I baked, she ate like eight without caring what I would think about it. It's admirable. Every other girl I've dated has counted calories. It's refreshing that Rebel doesn't care.

  She is perfect in every single way.

  "This is nice," Rebel mumbles and tucks her icicle feet between my legs before closing her eyes. She backs against me, rubbing my hard-on with her cute little butt. "You're so warm."

  I breathe a laugh behind her. "You're just cold," I stroke her hat, intent on ignoring the fact that I'm semi-erect again. "I would never ditch you for being bald. You know that, right?"