It had been a few days since Logan had spent any real time with Grace.
Not because he didn't want to—f**k, he wanted to—but because this semester had been busier than any before. Between classes, hockey, lifting, and team meetings his schedule was packed.
But Logan always found time for her. Even if it was just a quick moment between classes, a stolen kiss when he pulled her behind a building on campus, or walking her to the dining hall with his hand firmly locked in hers. They didn't talk about big things during those moments.
For Grace, those moments were about being with him. Kissing her boyfriend, holding his hand, soaking up whatever time they had. And Logan wasn't about to ruin that. Not yet. Not until he could sit her down, look her in the eyes, and talk about Paris the right way
