Grace gives him a look. "If you're about to suggest I take it off, don't."
Logan smirks, his hands tightening just slightly around her waist. "Wouldn't dream of it, baby."
She rolls her eyes, but her heart does a stupid little flip anyway.
Dean, naturally, decides to interrupt the moment. "Alright, who's up for pool basketball?" He waves toward a floating hoop in the corner of the pool.
Tuck groans. "Dude, can't we just relax?"
Dean scoffs. "It's Garrett's birthday. The man deserves a game."
Garrett shrugs lazily. "I'm not opposed."
Allie immediately brightens. "I call Logan for my team!"
Logan snorts. "Nah, I'm with Grace." He smirks down at her. "We're a package deal."
Dean fake-gags. "Jesus Christ, you two."
But teams are quickly formed—Garrett, Hannah, Dean, and Allie on one
