~ Savannah’s POV ~
“Harlan!” I yell. “Open up!”
I’ve been knocking for a while, but no one was opening the door. Faintly, I can hear people’s voices arguing from the inside. I know there are people in there, but they’re too busy yelling at each other to answer the door. But still, I’m not taking no for an answer. I knock harder and yell, “Harlan?! Open the door, I need to talk to you!”
* KNOCK! * KNOCK! * KNOCK! *
After some more furious knocking, the door finally clicks and swings open. But instead of Harlan, Logan is standing there. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of black joggers. His dirty blonde hair was all messy and the tattoos running down his body are on full display. This isn’t what I expect to see when the door swings open, so I’m momentarily caught off guard. I caught mysel
