Grace sighed, closing her eyes for a moment as Logan's hands gently held onto her waist. His forehead rested against hers, his touch grounding her, making her feel less alone in all of this.
But still, the weight in her chest didn't fully go away.
"I don't know how to fix it," she admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know how to make them stop seeing us as some... spectacle."
Logan exhaled deeply, his fingers tightening slightly around her waist. "They don't mean to make you feel like that, Grace. They're just used to me being... me."
She knew what he meant.
Logan had never been in a real relationship before in college. He was the guy who never committed, the guy who always had his freedom, the guy who was known for hookups, not long-term relationships.
And now
