Grace sits in the stillness of the morning, watching the lake shimmer beneath the rising sun. The fresh air does wonders in clearing her head, but the frustration from last night still lingers. She sips her coffee, letting the warmth settle in her chest, but her thoughts keep circling back to him—to Logan, to his words, to the way he stopped them when she was so sure she wanted more.
Her phone buzzes on the table beside her, breaking through her thoughts. She glances at it. A message from her mom.
Mom: Had such a nice chat this morning, sweetheart. Love you so much. Tell John I say hi!
Grace groans internally. If only her mom knew Logan was currently asleep upstairs after lying to her about where we were going last night.
Grace sighs and types out a quick reply—Love you too, Mom. Will
