A soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You're really excited to show me all this, huh?"
Grace blushed a little, tucking her chin into his chest. "Maybe."
Logan chuckled, shifting slightly so he could brush his thumb along the back of her hand. "Then I'm in. All of it. Lights, cider, markets, whatever you want."
She looked up at him then, her smile blooming like sunrise—soft, real, full of something deeper than words.
"You sure?" she teased. "You might freeze out there, hockey star."
Logan grinned. "I'll survive. I've got you to keep me warm."
Grace laughed softly, burying her face in his hoodie for a second before kissing the center of his chest.
They stayed like that for a moment—wrapped in each other, the morning moving slowly outside the window, while inside the room eve
