I glare, but it’s weaker this time.
I walk toward the front door, then pause.
Because my body is doing that thing again—hesitating like it wants to turn back. Like it wants to say something honest.
So I don’t.
I open the door, cold air rushing in.
And then I do something small. Stupid. Automatic.
I reach over the couch and grab Logan’s hoodie before tossing it at him.
Logan catches it on reflex, blinking.
“What’s this for?” he asks, confused.
“Your hoodie,” I say like he’s an idiot. “Let’s go.”
Logan stares at the garment, then at me.
Something warm flickers in his eyes.
Not smug.
Not teasing. Soft.
Like he understands exactly what I just did.
My cheeks burn. “Don’t make it weird.”
Logan’s mouth twitches. “Wasn’t going to.”
I narrow my eyes as I turn toward the door. “Good.”
He shocks me when his voice is much closer to my ear than it was a few seconds ago. “Let’s make sure to follow the speed limit on our little adventure, yeah?”
My heart stutters, but I roll my eyes on instinct. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
Logan’s smile is all man, cocky and confident. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“You talk too much. Let’s go.”
I open the door and head for my car, Logan chuckling but following behind me.
I’m not sure why I wanted him to come with me. I wasn't lying when I said I don’t have space for him.
Because the truth is—I don’t have space foranything.
But somehow, Logan keeps fitting into the cracks anyway.
And I’m starting to realize that might not be the worst thing.
It might be the only thing keeping me upright.
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