The silence between them stretches, but it isn't uncomfortable. If anything, it's charged with something deeper, something neither of them is quite ready to name. Grace is still straddling Logan's lap, her hands resting against his chest, his arms wrapped securely around her waist. The frustration is still there, simmering beneath the surface, but there's something else now, something heavier in the air between them.
Grace exhales slowly, her cheek resting against his shoulder. "You drive me crazy, you know that?"
Logan huffs out a quiet laugh, his fingers drawing slow, soothing circles on her lower back. "Yeah, I know."
She closes her eyes, feeling his steady heartbeat against her, and it annoys her how much she likes it—how much she likes him even when he's frustrating her. She still
