All Chapters of 45 Days with Logan: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉She sat on the couch with her legs folded together, her eyes glued to the TV screen. A cartoon was playing, which didn’t surprise me at all.Of course she was watching cartoons.That was exactly the kind of thing someone like Papillon would enjoy.Shadow lay beside her, his dark eyes fixed on the screen as though he actually understood what he was watching. She wasn’t scared of him anymore, unlike the first time she had seen him and fainted.I stared at her as her eyes refused to leave the TV screen. How could she be so invested in something like this? The characters literally had oversized heads and tiny bodies.Ridiculous.Then again… I never understood movies. I never saw the point of sitting around staring at a screen for hours.I don’t find it interesting. I see it as a waste of time. I was never used to watching movies anyway. Lynn and Thiago would always curse at me if I wanted to join them. People beat up the little me just because I wanted to take a peep at their T

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀Demon slowly peeled my sweatshirt off, leaving me in nothing but my black lace bra. My breath caught in my throat as his gaze lingered on me, making my heart race for reasons I didn’t even want to question.Then his lips found the curve of my neck.I closed my eyes instantly, a shaky breath slipping from me as the warmth of his mouth sent chills racing down my spine. Every soft touch of his lips against my skin made my body feel strangely weightless, like I was floating somewhere between nervousness and wanting more.His hand moved carefully to my back, fingers brushing against my skin before he unhooked my bra with ease.Slowly, deliberately, he pulled it away, his movements unhurried, almost as if he wanted to memorize every second of this. My breast became visible. My pink nipples stood out at him. The intensity in his eyes made heat rush through me, leaving me unable to look away.But before I could even gather my thoughts, he leaned closer again. The kiss resumed—slow

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀"You almost had sex with Bloodbath?" Zenia gasped so loudly that a couple seated nearby turned to stare. Her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, pure disbelief written all over her face as she clutched the edge of the table dramatically.My eyes darted nervously around the old coffee shop before I gave a small shy nod, touching my earlobe as embarrassment curled tightly in my stomach."Wow!" Manon burst into laughter, leaning back against her chair while shaking her head in amusement. "This is insane, Abbie. Sex isn’t exactly a shocking thing, but I still can’t believe you almost did it with him.""Well..." I smiled shyly.It was embarrassing telling them about it, but they were my friends. If Daisy were here, I would have told her, too. Though she would definitely scold me for even getting close to someone like Demon. Daisy had always hated guys like him—dangerous, reckless, and intimidating. She preferred soft-spoken nerds like herself. Which was exactly why she hadn

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀My eyes darted around the beautiful house of Tiffany. That was the name of the woman with the mole. She had taken me out of L'impasse des Ombres to her house in the bright side of Paris. I had gone with her because I needed a little distraction from Demon.Tiffany wasn't so bad. In fact, she was really kind. She was from America too, and it felt really nice to meet someone from my country."Do you need something to eat or drink?" she asked with a warm smile.I tore my gaze away from the house and looked at her. I shook my head with a smile."I'm fine. I already ate. I'm not hungry." I said."You shouldn't be uncomfortable around me, Abbie," she said softly. "You're from America. We're practically family." Her smile widened. "Maybe like mother and daughter."I gave her a small smile, though it felt weak.She was old enough to be my mom, but I already have a mom, even if she had never really been the kind of mom I secretly wished for."Since you don't want to eat or drink," T

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀It was still unbelievably hard to wrap my head around the fact that Demon could actually cook.I mean... I knew he wasn’t a liar, but a part of me still struggled to picture him standing in a kitchen, casually chopping vegetables like some normal person. Demon? The same man who could break bones without blinking?The meals I had always eaten were incredibly delicious, which was why I couldn’t easily believe him. He was better off killing someone. But thankfully... he had promised he wouldn’t kill anyone for my sake.I sat comfortably on the kitchen counter, swinging my legs lightly as I watched him expertly chop vegetables with sharp precision. I had asked him to make fried rice, half-expecting him to refuse, but to my surprise, he had agreed without hesitation.“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” I teased with a playful smile, taking another bite of my apple as I watched him.Apparently, Ox had done all the grocery shopping and delivered everything to the doorstep e