" Logan.
My Logan.
He was back.
My fingers twisted in his shirt.
“I missed you.”
It wasn’t a whisper.
It was a breath.
Barely audible, each word weighed down by heartache and history.
But he heard it and then I heard his groan, felt it tearing through him, tearing through me.
Pain
A sound filled with pain.
A sound made releasing pain.
Then his face was in my neck, we were on our sides, and his arms were locked around me.
… “Missed you, too, beautiful. "

― Kristen Ashley , Walk Through Fire (Chaos, #4)