The second Logan shut the door to his room, he turned to face her.
It was just them now.
No bonfire. No laughing friends. No distractions.
Just Grace. Just Logan.
And nowhere to hide.
"Talk to me," he said, voice soft but insistent. "What's going on?"
Grace wrapped her arms around herself, gripping onto the sleeves of her hoodie like it was the only thing holding her together. "Logan, it's nothing—"
"Don't do that." His voice tightened just slightly, his patience hanging by a thread. "You've been off since the game. You barely talked the rest of the night, and you sure as hell weren't acting like yourself."
Grace opened her mouth. Closed it.
Her chest tightened.
She didn't want to talk about it. Didn't want to say it out loud.
Because the second she did, it would be real.
But L
