Out of all of the unmanly things Logan had experienced in the whole of his very long life, blushing and smiling like an idiot were two things Logan rarely did. Until now, that was. His skin flushed when her lips found his skin, not once but twice, and he found himself grinning like a fool despite himself. Ah well. He wanted her to know that the gestures were well received. And that he welcomed the contact.
"Deal. You name it an ill make it for ya." She was worth the most difficult and challenging breakfast course.
The added weight from Giselle was welcomed, he barely felt the slight pressure. He slipped an arm around her, palm pressed against her stomach for a moment.
She smelled sweet, like a meadow in full bloom. It was intoxicating. He adored it.
Finally he broke from her to let her tend to their breakfast, and he prepared them both a mug of coffee once the brewing was done. He could at least do something.