Chapter 93. The Move

Emma’s POV

I stared at the ring on my finger.

This was so surreal. I was engaged. I would be someone’s wife. Me. Emma. I would be a wife.

A small smile spread across my face. I liked that I would become Logan’s wife. I wanted it. I wanted to be tied to him in every way possible.

“I can’t wait to wake up to this every day for the rest of my life.” I heard Logan’s voice, and I looked up.

He was leaning on the doorframe, and he had a smile on his face.

“Wake up to what?” I asked as I stood up and approached him.

“Your beautiful face.” he said as he pulled me to him.

He pressed his lips against mine, and I moaned.

“No.” I heard Andrew’s stern voice. “Not in my house.”

Logan growled and stopped kissing me. I chuckled and looked at my brother.

He had a box in his hands, and he was staring at Logan menacingly.

“Sorry, man.” Logan sighed. “Get used to it. You will see this every damn day from now on.”

Andre