As they step out of the quiet lounge and back into the loud, chaotic energy of the party, Grace glances up at Logan, his hand still warm in hers. He looks too pleased with himself, the cocky smirk still tugging at his lips.
She shakes her head. "You really are too good at lying."
Logan grins, tugging her closer. "Told you. I'm charming."
She rolls her eyes, but something about how effortlessly he spun that lie for her parents lingers in her mind. It was harmless, she knows that. But the thought creeps in before she can stop herself.
She glances up at him, voice quieter now. "So... would you ever lie to me?"
Logan stops walking.
The noise of the party buzzes around them, but in this moment, it's just the two of them. His expression shifts—no more teasing, no smug amusement. Just Logan
