He wrenches the next moan out of me, my head dropping back onto his shoulder, lifting a hand to hook around the back of his neck. Where I felt chilled only a few moments ago, now I feel overheated, the water on my skin mixing with the fine sheen of sweat already collecting on my skin.

Not so long ago, after everything had already fallen to pieces, I fucked Logan here under the falls, hidden in the darkness long after sunset. I think maybe I guilt tripped him into it, desperate and stupid, at the end of my fucking rope, and now it's just another memory of all the fucked up shit that's happened in this very spot over the last two years. Botched weddings and breakups. Fights and fucking tears.

I twist around just enough to see Mike's face and I don't think I've ever loved him more fiercely than I do right now. I didn't really know that something could feel this right without having to force it to be.