The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm, amber glow through the window of your bedroom. You stood in front of the mirror, sliding on a simple shirt, followed by a pair of jeans. The fabric was soft and familiar against your skin, comfortable yet fitting for the occasion. Today was your uncle's birthday, and you wanted to look presentable, but not overdone. Logan was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you with a soft smile playing on his lips.

"That shirt looks good on you," Logan said, his voice low and warm. He had been observing you quietly, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of admiration and affection. There was something intimate about the way he watched you, a connection that went beyond just attraction. It was in the way his eyes softened, the slight tilt of his head as he took you in.

You turned slightly to meet his gaze, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "You think so? I wasn’t sure if it was too plain."

Logan shook his head, standing up from the bed and crossing the small space between you. He stopped just behind you, his presence warm and comforting. "You look perfect," he murmured as he slid his arms around your waist, pulling you gently back against him. The solid weight of his body was reassuring, and you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your back.

You both stood there for a moment, staring into the mirror. Your reflection showed a couple that was at ease with each other, comfortable in the shared silence. Logan’s chin rested lightly on your shoulder as his arms tightened around your middle, holding you close. His breath was warm against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I’m glad you’re coming with me tonight,” you said softly, catching his eyes in the mirror. “It means a lot.”

Logan’s gaze met yours, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he replied, pressing a light kiss to the side of your neck.