CELINA’S POV
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Six pm sharp, light flicker across my living room windows, yellow and warm, unlike the cold outside. I stand frozen in front of the door, wondering if I should just storm outside, but the lights turn off, and a content feeling flows through my chest, warming me up. A knock sounds at my door, three gentle, respectful thuds. I slowly pad forward, opening the door to see Logan standing in blue jeans and a black tee, and my heart shoots into my throat— he looks handsome in just normal clothes. “I’m glad you didn’t dress up too much,” he grins, eyes dragging down the length of me, taking in my little black dress, thermal leggings and heels, and then back up, noting the cropped leather jacket, and he smirks, a glint twinkling in his sapphire eyes.
“Well, I actually didn’t know
