As Grace sat on her bed, adjusting the straps of the medical boot on her foot, her mind wasn't in the present.
It was still back on Thursday night—the night everything changed.
She could still feel Logan's hands on her skin, still see the way he looked at her, like she was the only thing in the world. He had stayed over that night. They had talked. And then he had touched her again—slow, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world.
He made her feel safe. Wanted. Cherished.
And now?
Now she ached to see him again.
But it was late Saturday morning, and in just a few hours, Logan would be on the ice for his game.
The dorm door swung open, and Daisy walked in, tossing her overnight bag onto her bed before stretching with a satisfied sigh. "Morning."
"Morning," Grace murmured, sti
